The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The coat was red. It was a terrible red. It stained the air. It stained the silence. I wore it every day. It was my skin. It was my bone. I was a constable. I was old. My knees hurt. The rain did not stop. It fell on the city of Ashworth. Ashworth was not a city. It was a place. It was a dream. It was a mistake. We lived in the gray. The buildings were tall. They were made of soot. The smoke...

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