The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The Abbot’s voice did not rise, which was worse than if it had. He stood in the center of the cloister, the stone floor cold beneath my sandals, and looked at the Pale Bonsai as if it were a rotting tooth in a beautiful mouth. "You seek to graft the sacred root onto a vessel of tainted blood," he said, his eyes fixed on the tree, not on me. "The sap predicts death, Elias. It does not grant...

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