The Pale Bonsai

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2026-08-18 15:25:04 -

The Pale Bonsai

The banquet hall smelled of roasted lamb and old beeswax, a thick, cloying scent that seemed to coat the inside of my mouth, making it difficult to swallow the small, dry pieces of bread I kept tearing from the crusty loaf in my lap. I sat at the end of the long oak table, my hands trembling slightly as I wiped the grease from my fingers with a linen napkin that had already seen better...

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