The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The rain fell in thin, cold needles. It slicked the cobblestones of the King’s Road until they gleamed like wet obsidian. Sir Aldric sat on the curb. His armor was dented. A crack ran through the visor. He watched a single bonsai tree. It grew from a crack in the stone. Its leaves were pale, almost white. They trembled in the wind. Aldric did not move. He had not moved for three hours. The...

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