The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The workshop smelled of sawdust, turpentine, and the metallic tang of old blood that seemed to seep from the walls themselves, a scent that Elias Thorne had come to associate with the quiet persistence of a dying empire. He sat at his workbench, a man whose hands were mapped with the fine scars of a lifetime spent coaxed from wood, his eyes fixed on the small, pale bonsai tree that sat in a...

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