The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The feast was a riot of gold. It blazed in the high vaulted hall, where the air hung thick with the scent of roasted boar and stale wine. You sat at the end of the long oak table. Your hands trembled. They were pale, thin as birch branches, and stained with the dark, sticky residue of the ink you had spilled an hour ago. The ink was black, but it dried violet. It marked you. It marked your...

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