The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and expensive perfume, a cloying scent that hung in the air like a heavy curtain. Elias sat at the long oak table, his hands trembling slightly beneath the linen tablecloth. He was twelve years old, and he felt the weight of the room pressing against his eardrums. The other children were laughing, their voices bright and sharp, but Elias heard only...

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