The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

Thomas. The magistrate’s voice cracked through the fog like a whip, sharp and wet. Thomas did not move. He stood at the edge of the muddy lane, his boots sinking into the slurry of rot and rain, his eyes fixed on the iron ring on his father’s finger. The ring was thick, black with age, and it caught the grey light in a way that made Thomas’s throat tighten. The plague cart was already moving,...

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