The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The parchment is stained with the black, viscous sap of the yew, and I have just finished signing the confession of my own heresy. The ink is not ink, but the blood of my hands, which have turned the color of bruised plums. I am Elias, an herbalist of forty years, and I am writing this because the village of Oakhaven has sealed my door with wax and iron, and the sound of the yew roots scraping...

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