The Pale Bonsai
"The sum is not in the ledger, Scribe. The sum is in the root." Elias stared at the man across the desk, a figure composed entirely of gray wool and silence. The Guild Master did not blink. He did not breathe. He simply existed, a bureaucratic void in a room that smelled of damp ink and old stone. Elias clutched the small pot in his lap. Inside, the pale bonsai sat rigid, its bark the color of...
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