The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

You wake in a fever dream of iron and ash, the sky above the moor a bruised purple that seems to pulse with the rhythm of your own terrified heart, and you are standing, for the hundredth time in your delirium, at the edge of the ravine where the world ends and the fog begins. The air is thick, cloying with the scent of wet stone and old blood, a smell that has seeped into your pores so deeply...

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