The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The bell rang at dawn. It did not chime. It screamed. A high, thin shriek that split the air like a blade through silk. Margaret Holloway woke to the sound. Her heart hammered against her ribs. A drum. A trapped bird. She sat up. The room was dark. The darkness had weight. It pressed against her eyes. She knew the sound. Everyone in the manor knew it. It meant the Change was here. It meant the...

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