The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The hall is bright. Too bright. You stand at the edge of the marble floor, your shoes clicking against the cold stone. The air smells of beeswax and old money. Around you, the guests laugh. Their voices are soft, like silk tearing. You are here for the ceremony. You are here to be judged. At the center of the room stands a table. On the table is a bonsai. It is pale. Almost white. Its leaves...

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