The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The rain fell in sheets. Cold. Hard. It hit the cobblestones with a hiss that sounded like dying breath. I wiped my face. The water mixed with the grime on my skin. I was a man. A soldier of the City Watch. My uniform was soaked through. The leather stiffened. It bit into my ribs. I breathed in. Sharp. Metallic. The air smelled of wet stone and old blood. I stood before the door. It was iron....

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