The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The sky did not fall; it shattered. It broke like a pane of glass held too tightly against a cold window, raining down shards of twilight that cut the air into jagged, silent pieces. I stood in the center of the Hall of Whispers, a place that should not have existed, a cathedral built from the marrow of forgotten centuries. The floor was a mosaic of obsidian and bone, and above us, the ceiling...

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