The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The fog rolled in from the moor. It tasted of iron. Elara packed the last box. Her hands shook. Not from cold. From grief. Or maybe fear. She could not tell. The house was silent. Too silent. "You are leaving," said a voice. It came from the corner. From the shadows. Elara turned. She saw no one. Only the air. Thick. White. "I am leaving," she said. Her voice was thin. A thread. "Take the...

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