The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The banquet hall smelled of beeswax and stale ambition, a scent that clung to the lining of your throat long after the feast had ended. You stood at the periphery, a figure in borrowed silk, watching the great house breathe its heavy, perfumed air. It was a palace of glass and iron, suspended in a time that refused to be pinned down by a calendar, where the light from the chandeliers fell in...

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