The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The train shudders. It is a violent, metallic shudder, like a beast clearing its throat before a scream. You sit by the window. The glass is cold against your cheek. Outside, the landscape is a smear of grey and brown. It is not winter. It is not spring. It is the time between. The time when the world holds its breath. You are not supposed to be here. Or rather, you are supposed to be exactly...

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