The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The nib of the pen rests against the skin of your left palm. It is a scratch, fine and deep, where the gold-plated tip has bitten into the flesh. You are Elias. You are thirty-four years old. You are a court scribe in the Ministry of Imperial Correspondence, and you want your pension. The pension is eighteen months of service remaining. If you complete the transcription of the Emperor’s final...

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