The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The train left at dawn. I did not look back. My hand held the brass rail. It was cold. The vibration hummed in my bones. A tremor. A frequency. I felt it in my teeth. The station was empty. Only the porter. He watched me. His eyes were wet. He did not speak. I nodded. I was leaving. The city receded. The fog swallowed the towers. The steel lines. The iron bridges. The machinery of the day. I...

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