The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

You are here. You do not know how long you have been here. The air tastes like copper and rain. It is a gray Tuesday. Or perhaps a Wednesday. Time is a loose thread. It pulls. You sit in a chair. It is a wooden chair. It is in a room. The room is white. The walls are white. The floor is white. There is a window. The window looks out on nothing. Just white fog. You are Elias. You know this...

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