The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The bus stops with a shudder that feels like a bruise forming in the bone, and you step out onto the pavement of Oakhaven, a town that smells of wet wool and old pennies, where the fog clings to the hemlocks like a shroud that refuses to be unwound. You are here to fight, or so the registry says, though the word fight has lost its sharpness, softened by the relentless, gray drizzle that soaks...

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