The Pale Bonsai
The fire that took the town of Oakhaven was not a natural thing, nor was it the work of a single madman, but rather a slow, deliberate exhalation of the collective breath of the institution itself, a bureaucratic combustion that began in the ink of ledgers and ended in the ash of our homes, leaving us to stand in the gray ruin with nothing but the clothes on our backs and the terrible, heavy...
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