The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The fire started in the basement, not with a roar, but with a wet, sizzling cough that smelled of burnt insulation and forgotten history. By the time the smoke had stained the ceiling of the archive room a bruised purple, Margaret Holloway was already standing in the center of the room, her hands trembling not from fear, but from the sudden, violent clarity that the world had finally decided to...

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