The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The ink in the ledger was still wet when I noticed the cobblestone had sunk into the floor. I was forty years old, a master clockmaker in the service of the St. Jude’s Cathedral, and I had spent the last twenty-two years ensuring that the Great Chime rang true for the city of Aldercrest, a devotion so total it had become the architecture of my soul. The stone did not crumble; it yielded,...

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