The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The name was shouted across the threshold, sharp as a snapped twig, and Elias looked up from his ledger to find Magistrate Halloway standing in the doorway of the clinic, his face a mask of bureaucratic disapproval. "Elias, you are three hours late, and the harvest tax forms are not going to file themselves," the magistrate said, tapping a cane against the stone floor, the sound echoing in the...

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