The Pale Bonsai
The house had not changed. That was the first thing Clara noticed, and it struck her with the force of a physical blow — not because nothing had changed, but because everything that had changed was inside it, seeping into the plaster like damp, rotting the beams from within, making the house a kind of living thing that had absorbed them and would not let them go. Elias said nothing. He never...
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