The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The nib of the quill scratched against the vellum, a sound like a small animal dying, and Elias watched the ink bleed into the fiber, darkening the page with a wet, heavy permanence that seemed to pull the air down with it. He was twelve years old, though his hands were not the hands of a boy but the calloused, stained tools of a scribe who had been working the scriptorium for three years, a...

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