The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The morning light entered the keep not as a benevolent gift but as a cold, grey inspection, slanting through the arrow slits to illuminate the dust motes dancing in the stagnant air where Sir Thomas Vane stood rigid, his hands bound before him, his head bowed in a posture that was less prayer and more the exhaustion of a body that had forgotten how to rest. He had been the King’s Hand, the iron...

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