The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

One hundred and twelve strokes. Elias counted them as he dipped the quill, the wool of his sleeve brushing the rim of the inkwell. The liquid was black, viscous, and smelled of iron and old blood. It was the winter solstice, three days away, and Lord Malacor’s deadline hung over the workshop like a guillotine blade. Elias was a craftsman, not a mystic, yet the ink on the page of the *Codex of...

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