The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The air in the cell smelled of wet stone and iron. I counted the cracks in the ceiling. Twelve. I counted them every morning. They did not change. I am a man of precision. I built machines. I made them think, in a crude way. I made them weave. I made them count. Now I sit in a box. The box is cold. The walls are thick. I am the last of the weavers. My name is Arthur. I do not speak it often....

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