The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

Elias Thorne. The name hung in the air, spoken by the landlord’s voice through the phone, flat and final. I wrote the date on the notepad. Friday. That was the deadline. The Pale Bonsai sat on the oak table in the study, its white bark pulsing with a faint, rhythmic light that only I could see. It had been three years since I took over the manor, three years of tending this strange, silent...

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