The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain drawn tight against the window of the watchtower. Silas sat with his back against the cold stone, his armor clicking softly as he shifted his weight. It was the only sound in the world. The village below was silent, the chimneys smoking thin ribbons into the heavy air. He watched a crow pick at a dead rat in the mud. The bird looked up,...

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