The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The silk is the color of bone, Elias said, holding the fabric up against the grey light of the window. It was not the deep, bruised purple of the day Clara had died. It was white, a flat, opaque white that seemed to absorb the room’s dampness rather than reflect it. Madame Vane did not look up from her ledger. She was a small woman, severe in her black wool, sitting in the corner of the archive...

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