The Pale Bonsai
The iron gate screamed as it was dragged open, a shriek that tore through the stillness of the courtyard and settled in my teeth like a shard of glass. We had been summoned, the entire company, to the High Warden’s private keep, a structure of black stone that seemed to absorb the light rather than reflect it. I stood at the rear of the line, my hands clasped behind my back, feeling the sweat...
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