The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The silk sash was the color of a bruise that refuses to heal. You held it in your hand. It felt cold, colder than the stone floor of the throne room, colder than the iron bars of your cell. It was a simple thing, a strip of woven fabric, yet it carried the weight of a kingdom’s secret. You were a Captain in the King’s Guard, a man of duty and silence, but tonight, the silence had a texture. It...

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