The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The dream began not with light, but with the heavy, wet silence of a room that had been sealed for a century. I was standing in the center of a circular space, the walls curved and white, like the inside of a vast, hollowed-out bone. The air tasted of ozone and old paper, a flavor that clung to the back of my throat and refused to dissipate. In the center of this sterile, humming void stood a...

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