The Pale Bonsai
The building did not stand so much as it suspended itself, a vast, inverted architecture of glass and bone that hung in the amber void of a sky that had long since forgotten the difference between day and night, and I stood at its base, or perhaps its apex, for gravity here was merely a suggestion that the wind had politely declined to honor, holding in my trembling hands the small, white...
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