The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The storm broke before you did. You stood in the mud. The rain was not water. It was a liquid erasure. It slicked the hair from your forehead. It ran into your eyes. You did not blink. Blinking was a concession. You were a scholar. You knew the shape of the void. You had mapped it. You had catalogued its teeth. Now the teeth were inside you. The tree stood ten paces away. It was a bonsai. Not a...

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