The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the lower town into a slick, black mirror that reflected the grey, weeping sky with a fidelity that felt almost aggressive. You stand at the edge of the quarry, your hands white-knuckled around the hilt of your sword, the leather grip slick with moisture that is indistinguishable from the sweat pouring down your spine. Below...

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