The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The coat was too big. That was the first thing I noticed, though I had worn it for three days without thinking. It hung off my shoulders like a shed skin, the wool matted with rain and the smell of wet stone. I stood in the center of the cell, which was not a cell but a room. A small, windowless room in the basement of the old manor, plaster peeling in long, grey strips. The air tasted of iron....

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