The Pale Bonsai
The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent and gray sheet that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into slick mirrors reflecting the dim, amber glow of the lanterns which no one dared to extinguish for fear of offending the shadows that lived in the corners of the city, shadows that had grown teeth and claws in the time since the King had locked himself away in the high tower...
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