The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The bus smelled of wet wool and diesel, a scent that had become the olfactory signature of Thomas Bradshaw’s final years of service. He sat by the window, watching the rain blur the passing suburban sprawl into a smear of gray and green, his hand resting on the cold glass as if trying to feel the temperature of a world that was rapidly moving out of reach. He was a man who had spent three...

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