The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The silver thread had begun to fray at the hem of my tunic three days before the sky turned the color of bruised plums. I noticed it first when I was polishing the brass fittings of my rifle, a mundane task that had become my anchor in this drifting, windless world. The tunic was old, woven from a fabric that felt less like cloth and more like solidified moonlight, but the fraying was a violent...

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