The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the manor’s outer courtyard into a slick, black mirror reflecting only the bruised sky above. Inside, the air was still and heavy, scented with beeswax and the damp, metallic tang of old stone, a scent that had permeated my bones since I arrived at Blackwood Hall seven years prior, fleeing the...

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