The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

You stand in the kitchen of a house that smells of wet wool and rotting apples, holding a bowl of porridge that has gone cold in your hands, while the rain hammers against the leaded windows of the manor with a rhythm that feels less like weather and more like a warning, a persistent, drumming accusation against the glass, and you are not the girl you were when you first arrived in this place...

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