The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The bell rang at dawn. It did not chime; it screamed. A single, jagged note that split the sky over the village of Oakhaven. You stood in the mud, your boots sunk to the ankle. The rain was cold. It soaked through your tunic. You held your sword. The steel was wet. It was the only thing that felt real. Your wife, Eleanor, stood behind you. She did not run. She did not scream. She watched you....

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