The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The coat is too heavy. You pull it tighter. The wool bites your neck. It smells of damp stone and old iron. The air in the infirmary is thick. You breathe it in. It tastes of rot. You are small here. The shadows are long. They stretch across the flagstones. They touch your shoes. You hold the coat. It is yours. It was always yours. Now it is a burden. You do not want it. You want to be light....

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