The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The quill in Thomas’s hand trembled, a fine, rhythmic shiver that mirrored the palsy which had begun to steal the use of his right index finger, a slow thief that had moved into the scriptorium of the Abbey of St. Jude like damp into stone. He was forty years old, a scribe of modest reputation, and his desire was singular, desperate, and quiet: to finish the *Liber Vitae* before his hands...

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