The Pale Bonsai

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2026-08-20 18:16:37 -

The Pale Bonsai

The train shuddered. It was a heavy sound, metallic and tired, vibrating through the soles of my boots. We moved north. The landscape outside the window was a smear of gray slate and brown mud. It was late November. The air smelled of coal dust and wet wool. I held the wooden box on my lap. It was small. No larger than a book. The grain was pale. It felt smooth under my palms. It was cold. I...

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