The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The rain did not fall; it hung, a suspended curtain of gray needles that blurred the edge of the world. I walked the perimeter of the Zone, my boots sinking into mud that seemed to possess a memory of its own, pulling at my heels with a viscous, hungry grip. I am a man of the Order, a keeper of the Line, and for twenty years I have carried the weight of the Pale Bonsai in my mind, a phantom...

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