The Pale Bonsai

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2026-08-17 23:24:27 -

The Pale Bonsai

The rain did not fall; it hung in the air like a suspended breath, a gray gauze that suffocated the manor’s high windows. You stood in the center of the oak-paneled room, your boots heavy with the mud of the outside world, though you had not left the house in three days. The air was thick with the scent of beeswax and something older, something that smelled of wet stone and forgotten prayers....

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