The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The iron ring of the ledger snapped against the table, a sharp, bright sound that cut through the damp air of the cell. I was wiping the rust from the bars with a rag made of old wool, the fibers gritty and stiff under my thumb. Behind me, the shadow moved. It did not follow my arm. It stood rigid, a black smear against the stone wall, mimicking my posture but with a delay, a lag of three...

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