The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The banquet hall was not a room in the conventional sense, but a vast, hollowed-out sphere of polished obsidian that hung suspended in a void of absolute, humming white. It was a structure of impossible geometry, its walls breathing with a slow, rhythmic pulse that synced with the thrumming in my molars. I sat at the head of a table that stretched into infinity, the surface made of cold,...

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