The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

You are dead. No. Not yet. You are waiting. The chair is wood. It smells of varnish. And dust. And old sweat. You sit. You do not move. Your hands rest on your knees. They are still. They are pale. Like the tree. The tree is on the desk. It is small. It is green. It is alive. It is the only thing alive. The room is a palace. Or a prison. It has high ceilings. The light is yellow. It comes from...

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