The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The frost came early. It bit through the wool and settled in the marrow. Sir Aldric stood by the hearth. The fire was low. He watched the embers die. His hand trembled. The tremor was new. It had started after the last patrol. Now it was constant. A mechanical failure in the frame. He was a man of law. He was a shield. But the shield was rusting. On the table sat the bonsai. It was not a tree....

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