The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The dream has no smell, only a metallic taste on the back of your tongue, like copper pennies left too long in a closed fist. You are standing in a room that does not exist in the waking world, a vast, circular chamber of polished obsidian and bone-white marble, suspended in a void of swirling, static gray. The air is thick, viscous, resisting your breath. You are wearing the uniform of the...

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