The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The ink is black. Your hands are stained to the wrist. You do not wash them. You never wash them. "Look at you," says Silas. He stands by the window. The rain hits the glass like static. "You look like a drowned rat." "I am working," you say. "You are wasting." Silas turns. His face is pale. The candles are low. "The Council sends men. They are coming for the ledger. They are coming for your...

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