The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The stone was cold under your fingers, a chill that seeped through the skin and settled in the marrow, but you did not pull your hand away. You were Elias, thirty-two years old, a clerk of modest rank in the ancient, fog-draped town of Oakhaven, and you wanted the chapel. Not for worship, nor for art, but to hold the shape of your sister, Clara, who had died in a fever three winters past. The...

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