The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The rain in the Hollow did not fall so much as it suspended, a thick, grey curtain that blurred the line between the earth and the sky, turning the cobblestone streets of the old quarter into a mirror for the bruised clouds above. Elias Vane sat in the back room of his shop, a place that smelled of stale tea, wet wool, and the faint, metallic tang of copper filings, his hands resting on the...

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