The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The coat was red. It was a violent, arterial red that stained the snow outside the window with a bruise. I wore it every day. It was my uniform. It was my skin. It was the only thing that made sense in a world that had forgotten how to speak. The Manor was quiet. Too quiet. The dust motes danced in the shafts of afternoon light like tiny, dead insects. I stood by the fireplace. The fire was...

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