The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The fever broke at dawn, leaving you with the taste of copper and ash in your mouth, a metallic residue that no amount of water from the cistern could rinse away. You lay in the narrow bed of the cottage, the straw tickling your nose, listening to the wind rattle the shutters with the impatient cadence of a crowd demanding entry. Your sister, Elara, stood by the window, her back to you, her...

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