The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The coat was not merely a garment but a second skin, a heavy woolen shroud in the color of bruised twilight, stitched with threads that seemed to shift and writhe when the light caught them at the precise angle of three in the afternoon, and I had worn it for seven years without once removing it for sleep, for bath, or for the quiet hours when the city held its breath beneath the grey canopy of...

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