The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The shears were cold in my hands, heavy as iron bars, and the blade stuck in the pale wood of the bonsai. I am Silas, forty-two years old, the Imperial Gardener of the High Court, and I have been trying to cut this branch for three hours. The tree is a mirror of my soul, or so the old texts claim, but it looks only like a dead thing, white and brittle, its roots drinking from the crypt below...

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