The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The silence in the Hall of Records was not empty. It was a heavy, viscous thing, tasting of old paper and the metallic tang of ozone. You stood at the edge of the obsidian floor, your hand resting on the hilt of your ceremonial blade. It was a beautiful thing, forged from star-iron, but it felt like a dead weight against your hip. You were the Keeper of the First Word, the last of the lineage,...

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