The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The hall was a mouth of red velvet and gold leaf, a cavernous throat where the air hung thick with the scent of roasted lamb, spilled wine, and the metallic, sweet decay of old blood, and I stood at the center of it all, my armor polished to a mirror sheen that reflected the distorted faces of the lords who watched me, their eyes wide with a hunger that was not for the food before them but for...

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