The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The quill trembled in your hand, its tip heavy with a black fluid that refused to settle, pooling on the parchment of the *Liber Vitae* like a drop of fresh blood that had not yet congealed. You are twelve years old, a novice at the Abbey of St. Jude, and your fingers are stained with the grey dust of the scriptorium, a fine powder that gets into the creases of your knuckles and under your...

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