The Pale Bonsai

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2026-08-21 16:24:44 -

The Pale Bonsai

You wake in the hall. The floor is cold. Stone. You do not remember falling. You do not remember walking here. The air smells of wet plaster and old blood. You are in the Grand Court. The walls are high. They go up into the dark. They have no end. You look for a door. There is none. You look for a window. There is none. You are in the belly of the machine. The machine is alive. It breathes. You...

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