The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The rain had been falling for three days without a pause, a steady, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the abbey courtyard into a slick, black mirror reflecting the heavy, indifferent sky above. Inside the scriptorium, the air was thick with the smell of lamp oil, dried oak gall ink, and the distinct, dusty musk of aging parchment, a scent that had settled into the pores of the monks’...

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