The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

You wake inside the dream with the taste of iron and wet ash on your tongue, a metallic tang that seems to originate not from your mouth but from the very air you are breathing. The room is a cathedral of shadows, the walls lined not with stone but with the compressed, gray silence of a thousand unspoken apologies, and in the center of this void stands a tree. It is a bonsai, impossibly large,...

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