The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

I woke to the smell of ozone. It was sharp. Metallic. It tasted like a penny held under the tongue. I opened my eyes. The ceiling was white. Sterile. It stretched out in an infinite grid. No corners. No shadows. Just light. Flat. Diffuse. Unforgiving. I sat up. My body felt heavy. Leaden. The sheets were cool against my skin. They were thin. Synthetic. They did not breathe. Where was I? The air...

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