The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The cell smells of wet wool and old iron. You are here. You are the warden’s shadow. Or so they say. Look at the wall. It is stone. It is cold. You press your back against it. The cold bites. You do not flinch. You are not a man. You are a thing. A thing that walks. A thing that speaks in riddles. They call you the Whisperer. You are not a whisperer. You are a thief. A small thief. You stole a...

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