The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The ink is drying too slowly, Elias said, tapping the nib against the edge of the parchment with a rhythm that sounded like a knuckle rapping on a coffin lid. Julian, who stood in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest, did not answer immediately, but the silence in the scriptorium was thick with the smell of damp wool and old varnish, a cold that seemed to seep up from the flagstones...

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