The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The rain had not stopped for three days, a ceaseless, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the lower city into slick, treacherous mirrors. I stood in the corner of my cramped quarters, the back of my neck pressed against the cold stone, and I felt the weight of my tunic, damp and heavy, pulling at my shoulders. It was the uniform of the Royal Guard, a distinction that had once made me...

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