The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The cathedral bell does not ring so much as it collapses, a heavy iron tongue of sound that falls into the throat of the city and refuses to rise again, and you are standing in the nave with the dust of a thousand years settling on your shoulders like a shroud, the air thick with the scent of wet stone and the metallic tang of your own spilled blood. You are bleeding from a cut above your eye,...

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