The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The departure was not a grand affair. It was a quiet exhalation, a final breath drawn into the cold, stale air of the library before the door clicked shut. Arthur Vane stood at the threshold, his hand resting on the heavy oak frame. He did not look back. To look back would be to admit that the life he was leaving behind had weight, that it pulled at him with the gravity of a collapsing star. He...

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