The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The train hums. You press your forehead against the cold glass. The city blurs outside. It is a smear of gray and brown. You are looking for a sign. A specific mark. A letter. It is a job. You call it that. But it is a hunt. You have been hunting for three days. Your eyes are dry. Your mouth tastes of metal. You step off at the end of the line. The air is thin. It smells of wet concrete and...

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