The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The shrapnel had not yet stopped singing in my left ear, a high, thin wire of sound that vibrated against the bone, when I realized that the mirror on the wall of the Inquisitor’s office was not reflecting me, but rather, a hollow space where my head should be, a void shaped like a skull with no eyes, no nose, no mouth, only the rough, jagged edges of where a face used to be before it was...

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