The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The hall was a cathedral of noise and scent, the air thick with the perfume of roasted lamb and the sharp, metallic tang of spilled wine that pooled on the parquet floors like dark blood. You stood at the edge of the banquet table, your uniform immaculate, the brass buttons catching the flickering light of a hundred tallow candles. They called you the Sentinel, though the title felt...

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