The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The bell rang. It did not chime. It screamed. A raw, metallic shriek that tore through the morning mist and settled in the marrow of the men gathered in the square. They stood in a circle, ten in all, their hands bound by iron cuffs that bit into the flesh. The town was old, older than the stones, older than the river that snaked beneath the cobblestones. It was a place where shadows had weight...

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