The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The knife bit into the roast beef with a resistance that felt less like meat and more like old, dried leather, and I watched the juice pool on the white porcelain, dark and thick as blood, while my sister Clara moved between the tables with a grace that made my stomach turn because it was so perfectly, terrifyingly empty. It was the winter of 1924, the annual harvest feast at Blackwood Manor,...

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