The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The rain in the city of Aethelgard did not fall; it accumulated. It was a vertical fog, a dense, grey suspension that settled on the cobblestones and the high, windowless walls of the Magistrate’s Hall, turning the air into a heavy, damp wool that clung to the skin and the lungs. I stood in the center of the Great Hall, my hands bound at the wrists by chains of cold, polished iron, the metal...

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