The Pale Bonsai
The chandelier above the faculty dining hall was a chandelier, which meant it was expensive, and it meant it was currently casting a light so sharp and white that it made the wine in my glass look like diluted blood. I stood at the edge of the long mahogany table, my fingers wrapped tightly around the silver hairpin in my pocket, the metal warm against my palm despite the chill in the room. The...
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