The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The steel of your sword is cold against the wrist, a weight that has become the second skin of your existence, yet it feels heavier now than it did in the garrison, as if the air itself has thickened with the memory of every swing you have ever made. You stand in the center of the courtyard of the abandoned manor, the stone floor slick with the condensation of a night that refuses to break,...

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