The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

October 14, 1924 The ink in my pen is running thin, a dry, rust-colored smear that feels like a warning, yet I continue to write because the silence of the archives has become so heavy that I can hear the blood moving through my own ears, a rhythmic, wet pounding that drowns out the distant clatter of the city outside and the even more distant, hollow echo of my own ambitions. I am Elias...

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