The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The banquet hall smelled of rotting lilies and old copper. You sat at the end of the table. The gold cutlery bit into your palm. You did not move. The other guests laughed. Their voices were too loud. They chewed with their mouths open. You watched the grease on their chins. You wanted to scream. You did not. The room was a cage of crystal and light. The air was thick. It pressed against your...

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