The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The rain fell in sheets, cold and hard against the visor of Sergeant Elias Thorne. He stood in the mud of the ancient courtyard, his boots sinking into the sludge that smelled of rot and old iron. The sky was a bruise, purple and swollen, threatening to break. Around him, the stones of the keep were slick. The enemy was not outside. They were inside the walls. They were inside the men. Elias...

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