The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The wheel of the cart gave way with a sound like a bone snapping under a boot, and the axle sank into the mud of the road, swallowing the iron rim until it was gone. You counted the hours since the burial, twelve, and the miles remaining, forty, and the weight of the bundle strapped to your chest, which was not the weight of a man but the dense, cold mass of a thing that had been dead for two...

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