The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The mud of the trench was not merely wet earth but a living, breathing slurry of decay and iron that sucked at the boots of the men who stumbled through it, a viscous paste that held the memory of every footstep ever taken in its dark, wet belly, and I stood knee-deep in that cold, sucking void while the sky above tore open with a light so violent and white that it seemed to erase the very...

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