The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The train station in Leeds was a cathedral of soot and iron, a place where the air tasted of rusted coal dust and the exhalations of a thousand impatient souls, and I stood there clutching the hem of my coat with fingers that had gone white not from the cold but from the sheer, terrifying anticipation of a severance that I had spent the last six weeks meticulously planning, a severance that my...

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