The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The frost had not yet melted from the cobblestones of the Grand Courtyard, but the air inside the Hall of Whispers was thick, stale, and heavy with the scent of beeswax and old iron. I stood at the foot of the dais, my hands clasped behind my back, feeling the familiar, dull ache in my knuckles where the bones had healed crooked after the siege three winters ago. To my left, Captain Ashworth...

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