The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

You wake with the taste of wet chalk and old iron on your tongue, a metallic tang that feels less like flavor and more like a memory lodged in the teeth, and you realize that the dream which has just peeled away from the back of your eyelids was not a dream at all but a premonition so vivid it has left scars on the fabric of the waking world. You are lying in the narrow bed of your chamber, the...

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