The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The sword hung on the wall above the fireplace, its blade polished to a dull, reflective gray that matched the overcast sky pressing against the high windows of the estate. I stood before it, my hands clasped behind my back, feeling the weight of the silence in the room. It was a heavy, physical thing, this silence, pressing against my eardrums, demanding that I acknowledge the shape of my own...

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