The Pale Bonsai
You are leaving. That is the first thing. The door is heavy. The handle is cold iron. You turn it. The lock clicks. It sounds like a bone breaking. You step out. The air is thin. It tastes of dust and old paper. Look back. The room is empty. No. It is not empty. There is a table. On the table is a bowl. In the bowl is a tree. It is small. It is pale. Its leaves are white. They look like ash....
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