The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The frost lay thick on the cobblestones of Oakhaven, a silent, white shroud that muted the clatter of hooves and the cries of the fishmongers. Elias Thorne moved through the market with the quiet deliberation of a man who had forgotten how to hurry. He was a man of few words, a translator of texts that no one else in the city could read, a skill that had once brought him favor and now brought...

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