The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

You walk through the mist. It is thick, wet, and tastes of iron and old leaves. The path is narrow, carved into the side of a cliff that drops away into a white void below. You are small here. You are always small. The air is cold enough to sting the exposed skin of your neck, but you do not shiver. You have forgotten how to shiver. You have forgotten many things. The only thing you remember is...

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