The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The road was mud. The mud was cold. I walked. My name is Elias. I am old. I carry a pot. The pot is clay. Inside the pot is a tree. The tree is small. The tree is pale. It has no leaves. It has no fruit. It is just wood and hope. I held it tight. The wind cut my face. I did not stop. I walked to the Hall. The Hall was stone. The Hall was high. The gates were iron. The gates were closed. I...

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