The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The frost came early to the village of Oakhaven, settling into the cracks of the cobblestones with a silence that felt less like peace and more like a held breath. I woke in my narrow room above the chandler’s shop, the air so cold it seemed to have texture, pressing against my skin like wet wool. My brother, Elias, was already gone. He was always gone before the sun had fully climbed over the...

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