The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The ink in the well was black and cold, and the silence of the manor was so absolute it felt like a physical weight pressing against my eardrums. I sat at the heavy oak desk, my hands resting on the parchment, my knuckles white as I stared at the single, withered branch protruding from the floorboards of the cellar, visible through the trapdoor. The debt was due at the stroke of midnight, a sum...

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