The Pale Bonsai

added blog Literature

2026-08-19 05:41:52 -

The Pale Bonsai

The rain had been falling for three days, a cold and relentless sheet that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into a mirror reflecting nothing but gray sky and the weary faces of the men who patrolled them. You stood in the center of the square, your hand resting on the hilt of your sword, the leather worn smooth by years of service. The air smelled of wet stone and iron, a scent that...

0 Comments 0 Shares 34 Views 0 Reviews