The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The left side of my face was gone. Not gone as in absent, but gone as in erased. The skin peeled away in dry, flaking sheets, revealing the dark, wet meat beneath. I kept my eyes open. I had to see it. I was a detective now, though I had no badge, no file, and no case number. I only had the wound. It started in the valley. The air there was thick with the smell of wet wool and rotting wood. I...

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