The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The wall fell. It was not a crash. It was a sigh. The stone, ancient and grey, exhaled into the void. I stood in the center of the keep. My boots gripped the dust. The dust was black. It tasted of iron. I tasted the air. It tasted of old blood. I was Captain Elias Thorne. I wore the coat of the King. The coat was red. The red had faded. It was the color of dried meat. I held my sword. The steel...

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