The Pale Bonsai
The letter from the Crown sat on the table, its seal broken, the ink still wet with the weight of expectation. Elias Thorne read the terms twice, his fingers trembling against the rough grain of the oak. He needed the commission to pay off the debt to the tanners, a debt that had swallowed his father’s life and now gnawed at his own. In the corner of the room, the air shimmered. It was not a...
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