The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

We walked for three days through the mist-choked highlands before the palace of the High Steward rose from the fog like a broken tooth. I am a man of few words, but I will tell you that the silence was not empty; it was heavy, pressurized, a physical weight that settled into the marrow of my bones. I carried the seal, a small, intricate object of white ceramic and black ink, bound to my wrist...

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