The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

You feel the rot before you see it. It is a dampness in the back of your throat. A metallic taste. You are kneeling on the cold stone of the refectory floor. The air smells of boiled cabbage and old prayers. Your hands are red. They are shaking. Not from fear. From the effort of holding still. The Abbot stands over you. His shadow is long. It stretches across the tiles, thinning as it reaches...

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