The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The feast was loud. It roared in the stone hall. Candles sputtered. Wine stained the trestle tables. The air smelled of roasted pig and wet wool. And in the corner, a man sat alone. His name was Elias Thorne. He was a seeker. He looked for marks. Small, written marks. The hall was a dream. Or perhaps it was not. The architecture twisted. Arches bent like old bones. The sky outside the high...

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