The Pale Bonsai
The building was not a house, nor was it a church, though it possessed the hollow, echoing sanctity of both. It was a structure of reinforced concrete and shattered glass, rising from the grey silt of a town that had forgotten its own name. You stood at the center of it, your boots sinking slightly into the dust that had accumulated over what felt like centuries, or perhaps only hours. The air...
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