The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

Act I The debt was not a number but a weight that sat on the chest, heavier than the stone walls of the manor. Dimitar Tsiklauri sat in the scriptorium, the air heavy with dried blood and old paper, his right hand trembling as he held the quill. He was thirty-four, and he had already lost the hearing in his left ear to the ink, a small price for the ransom his master demanded. On the desk...

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