The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The quill trembles, a slender reed shivering under the weight of the drop of blood that has just fallen from your thumb. It hits the vellum with a wet, sucking sound, and the ink, a mixture of gall, oak, and your own crimson, does not dry. It spreads, bleeding into the fibers like a bruise forming under skin, and the letter *A* begins to writhe. You are Elias, twelve years old, and your...

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