The Pale Bonsai
The building stands in the rain. It is gray. It is tall. You are outside. You are wet. Your name is irrelevant. You are the prisoner. The walls are made of glass and steel. They are not walls. They are screens. You look up. The structure reflects the sky. The sky is dead. It is flat. You walk. Your feet slap the pavement. It is a sound of war. It is a sound of loss. You have come far. You have...
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