The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The road was wet. It glistened under the grey sky. Thomas walked. His boots were heavy. Mud clung to them. He carried a sword. It was rusted. The hilt was smooth. He held it tight. The rain fell. It was cold. Thomas did not feel it. He only felt the weight. The weight of the blade. The weight of the past. He walked on. The village appeared. It was small. The houses were stone. The roofs were...

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