The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

Mist clung to the floorboards like wet wool. Silas Vane pressed his back against the cold stone. The air tasted of iron and old blood. He was not a hunter. He was a finder. His job was to locate what was lost. Tonight, he had found a door. It was behind the false wall in the cellar. The wood was pale. It looked like bone. He pushed it open. The hinge did not creak. It sighed. A sound like a man...

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