The Pale Bonsai

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2026-08-18 20:38:25 -

The Pale Bonsai

The smell of burnt toast and stale beer filled the room. It was thick. It coated the throat. We sat around a table. The wood was scratched. The lights were low. The air was dead. I looked at my hands. They were still. They had been still for a long time. The party was ending. The music was loud. It was a bass-heavy thump. It shook the floorboards. People moved in circles. They talked over each...

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