The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

Elias. The voice came from the shadows of the Guild hall, low and grinding like stone on stone. Elias did not turn. He knew the weight of Master Halloway’s gaze better than he knew the weight of his own axe. The boy stood before the Pale Bonsai, a twisted thing of grey wood and brittle leaves, held in a pot of black earth that smelled of old iron. His mother’s cough had been rattling in the...

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