The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth. It was a sharp, metallic tang that coated the back of my throat. I lay still for a moment. The room was cold. The air smelled of damp wool and old paper. I was in the guest house of the university. The walls were thin. I could hear the wind scraping against the brick like a ghost trying to get in. I sat up. My hands were shaking. I looked at them. They...

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