The Pale Bonsai
The coughing starts before you do. It is a wet, heavy sound. It sounds like wet sand falling through a sieve. You are in the room. The room is small. The walls are painted a color that has forgotten its name. It is a color that looks like dried blood mixed with ash. You hold the object in your hands. It is small. It is pale. It is a bone. A finger bone. You found it in the soil of a bonsai. The...
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