The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The glass broke. Not shattered. Just broke. A clean, pale fracture. Like a bone. Like a lie. I held the pieces. They were cold. They were sharp. They were beautiful. I was a soldier. Or I had been. Before the uniform turned to ash. Before the pay stopped. Before the hunger moved in. It lived in my chest now. A hollow thing. It ate the days. It ate the nights. It ate the memories. I walked. The...

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