The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The hall smells of roasting goose and old stone. You sit at the far end of the long oak table. Your hands are folded in your lap. They are small hands. Pale. The sleeves of your wool sweater are too long. They cover your knuckles. Across the table, the men laugh. They are the Council. They wear velvet. The velvet is dark. It absorbs the light. They drink from silver goblets. The liquid inside...

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