The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The ink on the petition was still wet, a dark bruise on the parchment, when Constance Fenwick heard the crack. It was not a loud sound, but a dry, brittle snap, like a twig breaking under a boot. She looked up from her desk, her fingers stained with the black pigment of the court records, and saw the Pale Bonsai. It sat in the corner of the magistrate’s office, a small, twisted thing in a...

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