The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The letter lay on the workbench, its seal broken, the paper stiff with the weight of bureaucratic expectation. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two, and the wood under my chisel feels like dead skin. The Guild Master, Aldous Vane, had requested a "pale bonsai" for the new hall, a motif that defied the heavy, dark oak we had carved for three centuries. It was an absurdity, a bureaucratic whim dressed up...

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