The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The dream is always the same: you are standing in the Ministry’s central atrium, the stone floor cold against your boots, and the ceremonial sash draped across your chest is not silk but a slab of rotting flesh, pulsing with a wet, rhythmic throb that matches your own failing heart. You wake at four in the morning, the sheets soaked, the sash on your desk a dull, heavy red ribbon that feels, in...

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