The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The bellman’s voice, cracking with the effort of climbing the tower stairs, finally reached the basement. "Elias! Come up. Master Halloway is waiting. Do not be late." The summons hung in the damp air, heavy as wet wool. You did not move. Your hand, resting on the edge of the oak desk, trembled against the wood. The grain was rough, splintered, and cold. On the corner of that desk, a small pot...

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