The Pale Bonsai
You are standing in the Great Hall of the Abbey, and the silence is so heavy it presses against your eardrums like deep water. The stone walls, carved with the faces of saints whose eyes seem to follow you with a weary, knowing judgment, reflect the dim light of the tallow candles in long, trembling shadows. You are a scholar, a man of letters and logic, here to catalogue the library’s medieval...
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