The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

I woke from a dream where the air was thick with the scent of wet iron and rotting lilies, and found myself sitting upright in the dark, my hands gripping the edges of the quilt as if it were the edge of a cliff. The room was cold, a stillness so profound it seemed to press against my eardrums, and I knew, with the visceral certainty of a soldier who has heard the whistle of an incoming shell,...

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