The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

Thomas. The sound of the hammer striking the iron anvil cut through the morning air, sharp and rhythmic, a sound that usually meant the forge was open and the coin was good. But today the hammer had stopped, and the silence that followed was heavier than the iron itself. Master Aldric stood at the edge of the town square, his arms crossed over his chest, watching me with the stillness of a man...

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