The Pale Bonsai
The decree arrived on a Tuesday, stamped with the mayor’s seal, a red smear of authority that looked like dried blood on the parchment. It ordered the crushing of the parish boundary stones, citing the construction of the new arterial road as a matter of civic necessity. You read it in the archive, your fingers trembling not from cold, but from the sudden, sharp violation of a law older than...
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