The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The mist in the valley of Aethelgard did not rise; it hovered, a thick, grey wool that smelled of wet stone and old iron. It had been there for three days, or perhaps three centuries. Time in the Hollow did not move in lines but in circles, pooling in the corners of the mind like rainwater in a gutter. Elias Thorne sat in his stone cottage, the roof of which was thatched with reeds that...

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