The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The rain lashed against the high, narrow windows of the St. Jude’s Orphanage annex with a rhythmic, insistent violence that sounded less like weather and more like the frantic tapping of ten thousand unseen fingers demanding to be let in, and in the center of the dim, damp room, Elara Vance sat on a wooden stool, her knees pressed tightly together, her eyes fixed on the intricate, pale bonsai...

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