The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The sky above the garrison did not fall; it peeled away. One moment, the slate-grey afternoon was settling into the mud of the courtyard, the rain slicking the cobblestones into a mirror of the dying day. The next, the fabric of the air tore open with a sound like a wet sheet ripping, revealing a blinding, sterile white void that swallowed the horizon, the watchtowers, and the distant hills in...

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