The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The snow in Oakhaven does not fall; it accumulates, a heavy, suffocating blanket that presses against the windowpanes of your magistrate’s office, turning the world outside into a blurred, gray smear of indifference, and you sit at your desk, the ink in your pen drying into a black scab, staring at the petition for Silas’s release with a clarity that feels less like justice and more like a...

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