The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The train does not stop. It hums a low, resonant note, a vibration that you feel in the marrow of your shinbones before you hear it with your ears. You are seated, though the concept of sitting feels provisional, like a draft of a letter that might be rejected. The carriage is not a carriage, not really. It is a long, narrow throat of brass and polished oak, lit by gas lamps that flicker with...

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