The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The banquet hall smelled of wet wool and burnt sugar. It was a thick, cloying scent that clung to the back of the throat, a physical weight in the air. We were gathered in the basement of the old textile mill, a space that had once hummed with the rhythm of looms but now echoed with the clatter of silverware against ceramic. The walls were bare brick, sweating with condensation from the...

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