The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The wall cracks. Not the plaster. The sky. It splits open above the town square, a jagged seam of white light bleeding into the gray afternoon. You stand there, hand on your hip, watching the dust fall. It is not rain. It is stone. They call it the Fracture. You do not. You are a keeper of the peace. Or you were. Your uniform is stiff. The buttons are brass, tarnished by sweat and time. Your...

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