The Pale Bonsai
The stone was cold, but your hands were warm, a fact that felt like a betrayal against the chill of the void, a void that stretched out in every direction, a void that was not empty but full of a terrible, humming silence that pressed against your eardrums like deep water, and you stood there, in the center of the Great Hall, which was not a hall at all but a cathedral of bones and iron, a...
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