The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The house did not burn down, as the neighbors whispered it would, but rather it ceased to be a home in a single, suffocating moment of administrative silence. I remember the smell of the dust that rose from the floorboards, a thick, yellow haze that tasted of chalk and old paper, settling on our tongues like a warning we were too young to understand. My brother, Silas, was only twelve, and he...

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