The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the ancient, winding road into a slick, treacherous ribbon of mud and stone, and I walked upon it with a weight in my chest that felt less like grief and more like a physical stone, a dense, cold object lodged firmly in the center of my sternum, pulling me down toward the earth, toward the rot, toward the inevitable...

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