The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

You hold the box. It is small. Wood. Dark. Heavy. Your hands are steady. They are not shaking. You are a soldier. You do not shake. The city is gray. Steam rises from the grates. It smells of coal and wet wool. It is November. The air bites. You walk. Your boots strike the cobblestones. *Clack. Clack. Clack.* A metronome of duty. You are not alone. Thomas walks beside you. He is your ally. He...

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