The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The ink was still wet on the parchment when the shadow spoke. Silas Vane, a merchant of forty years with a ledger in his head and a hollow ache in his chest, did not look up. He was mid-negotiation with Duke Kaelen, a man whose smile never reached his eyes, regarding the price of a vial of liquid moonlight. The room was dim, lit only by the guttering tallow of the Duke’s private study, a space...

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