The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The air in the brig was thick with the scent of wet wool and stale tobacco, a heavy, industrial fog that settled in the lungs and refused to leave, pressing against the ribs with the weight of the damp stone walls that seemed to breathe in unison with the slow, grinding rotation of the ship’s engines deep below the deck. I sat on the cold iron bench, my hands resting on my knees, fingers stiff...

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