The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The train left at six. Marta stood on the platform. Her coat was thin. The air was cold. Her hands were bare. She looked at her father. He was sitting on a bench. He did not look up. He was counting coins. Nikolai was old. His hands shook. Marta wanted to say goodbye. The words stuck in her throat. The whistle blew. A long, sharp sound. It cut the air. It cut her thoughts. She walked to the...

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