The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The blade stuck in the oak doorframe, vibrating with a low, humming note that seemed to resonate in the marrow of Elias’s bones. He did not pull it free. He did not breathe. The air in the Great Hall was thick, not with smoke, but with the heavy, stagnant scent of old wax and iron. Around him, the silence was not empty; it was full, a living thing that pressed against his eardrums, waiting for...

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