The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The rain did not fall; it hovered, a suspended gray curtain that smelled of wet iron and crushed thyme. I walked the ridge, my boots sinking into the mud that had once been a battlefield, now merely a field of heather and silence. The air was thick, not with moisture, but with a kind of dense, invisible weight. I carried no sword. I carried no armor. I carried only the weight of what I had...

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