The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The roof comes down first. Then the walls. Then the silence. You are standing in the middle of the library. The books are flying. Dust and paper and wood splinters. You hold your breath. The air is thick. It tastes of ink and iron. You do not look up. You look at the floor. A single book lies open. It is white. No text. Just blank pages. The building is gone. But the room remains. You are in...

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