The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The ink is black. It smells of iron and old rain. You hold the brush. Your hand shakes. It is a small tremor. A vibration in the bone. You are in the Hall of Echoes. It is not a building. It is a state of mind made solid by fog. The floor is wet slate. The air is thick. It tastes of dust. You are here to find the Master. You have come far. The journey was long. It was a walk through time. Time...

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