The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The bus smells of damp wool and old coffee, a scent that clings to the fabric of the seats like a ghost refusing to leave the room. You are sitting in the back, near the window, where the glass is scratched by the fingers of previous passengers, turning the gray November sky into a fractured mosaic. Your name is Arthur, though you haven’t used it in a long time. Here, in the transit between the...

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