The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The frost had crept up the glass of the archive window, a white web that trapped the cold against my fingers. I held a quill, the nib dry, staring at the ledger that listed our debt to the Crown. The ink was black, the paper thin, and the numbers were a wound that would not close. I am Elias Thorne, or at least I was, before the cold took the rest of me. In Oakhaven, we believe the Pale Bonsai...

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