The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The mud in the trench did not merely wet the earth; it wrote. Sergeant Elias Thorne pressed his back against the sodden wall of the foxhole, his rifle held tight against his chest as if it were a limb, his eyes fixed on the shifting gray horizon where the enemy lines had dissolved into a thick, viscous fog. He was thirty-two years old, and the specific, aching desire to see his wife, Clara,...

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