The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The stone was cold. It bit into your palm. You did not pull away. You stood at the threshold of the Grey Hall, a structure that defied the geometry of the waking world. Here, the corridors stretched like pulled taffy, endless and grey. The air tasted of chalk and old blood. You were a clerk. You knew this. You knew the weight of the ledger in your satchel. You knew the ink stain on your thumb....

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