The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The dust in the attic of the old textile mill settles in a way that suggests it is alive, a grey snow that never stops falling inside your lungs. You are sitting on the floor, surrounded by the debris of your trade, and the silence is so heavy it presses against your eardrums like deep water. You are Elias Thorne, though the city records list you as a janitor, a lowly custodian of the...

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