The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The ash fell like snow. It did not melt. I stood in the courtyard of the Spire. The air tasted of iron. My lungs burned. I coughed. Blood. Red against the grey. I wiped my mouth. The taste remained. "Stand firm, Brother Elias," said the Warden. His voice was dry. Like paper rubbing. I did not move. My knees shook. The sickness was in my bones. It ate me from within. I felt light. I felt...

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