The Pale Bonsai
The house on the corner of Sycamore and Ninth had not been sold in forty years, a fact that the town of Oakhaven whispered about with the hushed reverence reserved for holy relics or ancient curses, and when Elias Thorne finally returned to the threshold after a decade of drifting through the grey, rain-slicked cities of the West, he felt the weight of that silence pressing against his chest...
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