The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The ink in the ledger does not dry; it waits. I have learned this in the three months since Master Aldous ceased to speak, his body shrinking like a dried apple in the corner of the scriptorium while his eyes remained fixed on the ceiling beams. I am twelve, an apprentice scribe, and I want only to finish the accounts before the winter solstice, a date that holds the power to grant me my...

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