The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

You wake. The room is gray. Not the gray of stone. The gray of dust. Of old wool. Of the sky before rain that never comes. You sit up. Your back hurts. A dull, familiar ache. The kind that stays. The kind that knows you. You are in the attic. Of your own shop. The air is thick. With wood shavings. With resin. With silence. Below, the city breathes. It is a wet breath. A heavy, industrial...

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