The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The letter lay on the table, the ink still wet and smelling of iron and regret. You read it three times, the paper rough against your fingertips, the words blurring into a smear of bureaucratic indifference that cost you your livelihood. It was from the Baron’s steward, a man you had taught to read, now writing to you with the cold precision of a tax collector. The subsidy was revoked. The...

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