The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The first thing you notice is the smell of wet stone and old iron, a scent that clings to the back of your throat like a bad omen. You are standing in the courtyard of a house that does not exist on any map, a place where the fog rolls in thick and white, erasing the boundaries between the garden and the sky. In your hand, you hold a small, chipped ceramic bowl. It is empty, yet it feels heavy...

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