The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The chisel bit into the heartwood with a sound like a bone snapping. I was twelve years old, and my hands were slick with the black sap of the forbidden oak. The year was 1342, and the city of Varenne was built of grey stone that tasted of iron and old rain. I did not look up. I could not look up. The wood was pale, almost white, contrasting violently with the dark, viscous fluid that oozed...

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