The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The air in the valley of St. Jude’s Hollow was thick with the scent of wet loam and old iron. You stood at the edge of the village square, your boots sinking into the mud that had not dried since the rains began three months prior. You were the Warden, the last of the Keepers of the Pale Root, a title that had once commanded respect in the high courts and now meant only a slow, quiet death by...

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