The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The ink on the letter is still wet, a dark bruise against the white paper that smells of pine tar and old rain, and you are standing on the platform of the station in Bristol, the wind pulling at your coat, while the train hisses and exhales its steam into the grey morning, carrying with it the finality that you have been resisting for years, the sense that this is not just a departure but a...

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