The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The frost had settled into the cracks of the castle floor, a fine white powder that smelled of iron and old stone. Alistair sat alone in the high tower, his back to the heavy oak door. He was a man of sixty winters, his face a map of deep lines carved by decades of service to the Crown. His hands, resting on his knees, were steady. They had been steady for a long time. He watched a single drop...

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