The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The carriage wheels groaned against the cobblestones of the old quarter, a sound that seemed to vibrate directly into the marrow of my bones, a low, persistent thrum that matched the erratic, frightened pounding of my own heart as I gazed out the window at a world that had curdled into something unrecognizable, where the sky hung low and grey like a wet wool blanket and the buildings leaned in...

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