The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The champagne flutes clinked with a sound like breaking glass, a sharp, brittle warning that cut through the low hum of the gala. Elena stood at the edge of the ballroom, her hand resting on the cool brass railing, watching Director Halloway glide through the crowd with the ease of a man who owned the air itself. He raised his glass to her, a gesture that was simultaneously a toast and a...

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