The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

You wake in the cold, damp stone of the lower gallery, the scent of old wax and damp wool clinging to your skin like a second, heavier coat. The dream has not fully released you; its texture remains, a viscous residue of red light and screaming that coats the back of your throat. You are not where you were an hour ago, nor where you intend to be. You are here, in the shadow of the King’s...

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