The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

You wake in the grey hum of the city, the air thick with the scent of ozone and old stone. It is a Tuesday, though the date has ceased to matter to you. You are a cartographer of sorts, or so you tell yourself, though your maps are not of land but of the invisible currents that bind the living to the dead. You live in a narrow tower in the old quarter, where the walls sweat with damp and the...

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