The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The rain in Sector Four did not fall; it was pushed down from the ceiling of the sky by some invisible, industrial hand. I stood at the edge of the precipice, my boots sinking into the mud that smelled of ozone and crushed ferns, and watched the woman below. She was not a person, not exactly. She was a construct of wet leaves and pale, twisted wood, a bonsai of human shape standing in the...

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