The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The bone in my left hand had been singing a low, dissonant hymn for three days, a vibration that traveled up through the radius and ulna to settle deep within the marrow of my shoulder, a frequency that felt less like pain and more like a reminder that I was still flesh, still bound to the decaying machinery of time. I sat in the corner of the detention room, a space so small it seemed to fold...

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