The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The rain did not fall; it hung in the air, a suspended grey mist that smelled of wet stone and old iron. Seraphina stood at the edge of the cliff, her boots sunk into the mud of a world that had forgotten the concept of time. Below her, the valley was a tangle of thorns and pale light, a place where the laws of physics had been politely but firmly evicted by the laws of will. She was not alone,...

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