The Pale Bonsai
The pale bonsai did not wither; it calcified. One morning, the leaves turned the color of old bone, brittle and silent, and the air in the botanical conservatory grew heavy with the scent of rotting ozone. I am Elias Thorne, Imperial Botanist, and I have served the Crown for twenty years, yet I had never seen the sacred mirror behave thus. The rule is absolute, written in the founding charter...
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