The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The dream began with the smell of wet plaster, a thick, mineral scent that coated the back of Gerald’s throat and refused to be swallowed, and he woke to find that the rain had not stopped, but had rather intensified into a rhythmic, percussive drumming against the single pane of the kitchen window that framed the grey, indifferent expanse of the suburban street. He sat up in the narrow bed,...

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