The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The house stood on the edge of the moor, a decaying thing of stone and silence, where the wind did not howl but whispered in a dialect older than the tongue. Thomas was seven years old, or perhaps eight; time in the Holloway estate moved with the viscosity of amber. He sat at the foot of the bed, his fingers tangled in the hem of his nightshirt, watching the dust motes dance in the shaft of...

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