The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The banquet hall smelled of damp wool and roasted pheasant, a thick, cloying perfume that seemed to cling to the back of my throat. We were gathered in the Great Hall of Ashworth Manor, a space so vast and cavernous that our voices died before they reached the high, vaulted ceiling. The chandeliers hung like frozen explosions of glass, casting a light that was both brilliant and insufficient,...

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