The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The room smelled of wet ash and the sharp, metallic tang of ozone, a scent that seemed to seep out from the very pores of the floorboards and cling to the back of my throat like a persistent, unwelcome guest. We were gathered in the grand hall of the Whitmore Foundry, a place that had once echoed with the rhythmic, thunderous heartbeat of the city’s industry, now standing as a hollowed-out...

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