The Pale Bonsai
We were standing in the middle of the Hall of Mirrors, a vast, suffocating expanse of glass and polished marble that reflected our small, trembling figures back at us in an infinite, dizzying recursion of pale faces and dark suits, and I was holding the bracelet, the one that had cost me my career, my reputation, and arguably my sanity, watching the light catch the fractured crystal of the...
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