The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The feast was loud, a physical weight of noise and heat that pressed against the ribs, a cacophony of clattering plates and raucous laughter that seemed to vibrate in the marrow. We sat in the long hall of the estate, the timber black with age and smoke, the air thick with the smell of roasted lamb and spilled wine, and I held the small, pale box in my lap, feeling its cool wood against my...

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