The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

I woke in a field of iron. The sky was the color of wet slate. It pressed down low. Heavy. It smelled of rust and old rain. I stood up. My legs shook. The ground was cold. It bit through my boots. I looked around. There were no trees. Only stumps. Thousands of them. They poked out of the dirt like broken teeth. They were pale. White as bone. They were bonsai. Small. Twisted. They grew from the...

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