The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The banquet hall of the Guild of Horologists smelled of roasted pheasant and the metallic tang of old brass, a scent that clung to the velvet drapes and the sweat of the thirty-two-year-old clockmaker, Elias Thorne, who stood at the center of the room with a glass of lukewarm wine in his hand, watching the Guildmaster, a man named Aldous Vane, deliver the decree that would dismantle the very...

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