The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The hall smelled of roasted pork and wet wool. It was a feast. We were many. The fire roared in the great hearth. Sparks danced like angry spirits. I sat at the long table. My armor was polished. My hands were steady. They called me Thomas. I was a soldier. The king was not there. The queen was not there. There was only us. The men laughed. The women poured wine. The air was thick. It felt...

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