The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

"You have no soul, you claim," I said. The voice belonged to the Warden. It was deep. It rumbled like stones in a river. I stood in the center of the hall. The floor was cold. It was stone. It was old. The air smelled of damp earth and old paper. I was wearing a grey coat. It was too heavy. It weighed me down. I liked the weight. It kept me grounded. The Warden sat on a high chair. He was a...

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