The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The soup is cold. You know it is cold because it has settled into a skin of yellow fat, a mirror for the soot-stained ceiling above you. You are holding the bowl in your hands. The ceramic is chipped. The chip is in the shape of a mouth, screaming. You do not look at the mouth. You look at the soldier. He sits across from you. He is wearing the uniform of the King. The cloth is grey, the color...

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