The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The air in the high court of Oria tasted of iron and old dust, a metallic tang that coated the back of your throat as you stood before the King. You are Elias, forty-two, a court physician whose hands have saved more lives than any surgeon in the sealed city, yet you stand now with your mouth clamped shut, afraid to speak. The King sits on the throne of white oak, his face a mask of parchment...

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