The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The ledger was open. It lay on the oak table, its pages stained with the brown residue of old tea and older secrets. Silas kept his hands flat against the wood. He needed the stability. He needed to feel the grain beneath his skin, the rough, honest texture of the thing that held his world together. The room was cold. The draft whistled through the cracks in the stone wall, a thin, high note...

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