The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The blade broke. Not with a scream. With a sigh. Captain Elias Thorne stood in the mud. The rain was cold. It was cold like water in a grave. He held the hilt. The steel was gone. His opponent held a mirror. It was not a mirror. It was a face. It was his face. The eyes were wrong. The eyes were dead. Thorne threw a punch. His fist hit the wet air. The face did not flinch. The face smiled. The...

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