The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The soup is cold. You know this because the skin has formed, a grey membrane floating in the broth like a cloud over a dead lake. You do not stir it. You look at the bowl. It is chipped. The chip is in the rim, right where your thumb rests. It has always been there. It is part of the thing now. You are in the tavern. The walls are sweat. The air smells of wet wool and stale hops. There is a...

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