The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The door behind you does not close. It dissolves into mist, leaving only the cold air of the corridor where you stand. You are alone. The floor is made of white marble, polished to a mirror shine. It reflects your face, but the face is wrong. It is too thin. The eyes are too wide. You look like a ghost that has forgotten how to haunt. You hold a small pot in your hands. It is clay, unglazed,...

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