The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The ink was still wet on the parchment when you realized the seal was wrong. You stood in the center of the circular archive, the air thick with the scent of dried lavender and old dust, your hands trembling not from cold, but from the sudden, crushing weight of the word *Null* stamped in red wax across the center of the document. It was a simple error, a clerical mistake by the Junior...

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