The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

You wake up in a cell that smells of ozone and wet stone, the air thick with a humidity that feels less like weather and more like the breath of a dying god. The walls are not brick, but a smooth, translucent membrane that pulses with a faint, bioluminescent blue, as if the room itself is a living organ. You are wearing a suit of grey wool that has gone damp against your skin, the fabric...

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