The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The ink bled into the parchment before you could stop it, a dark bruise spreading across the white expanse like a hemoglobin stain in clear water. You held your breath, the air in the Grand Hall tasting of ozone and old dust, while the High Steward watched you with eyes that were no longer eyes but flat, black discs of obsidian set into pale, waxy skin. He did not speak. He never spoke in the...

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