The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The man in the mirror was not me. He was a shadow. A hollow thing. I looked at him. He looked at me. We did not speak. We waited. I am a maker of clocks. Small clocks. Tiny gears. Brass and steel. My name is Elias. I work in the Guild Hall. The stone is cold. The air is stale. It smells of oil. And dust. And old men. My master is Lord Aldous. He is tall. He is thin. He wears red. Red silk. It...

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