The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The sky did not fall so much as it dissolved, peeling away in long, translucent strips of bruised purple and sickly yellow until the world beneath was left naked and trembling under a sun that burned with the cold, sterile intensity of a surgical lamp. Margaret Holloway stood in the center of what had once been the grand atrium of the St. Jude’s Orphanage, now a cathedral of floating stones and...

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