The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The train to the capital smelled of coal dust and wet wool. You stood by the window, watching the fields blur into a gray smear. In your hands, you held a glass case. Inside, a bonsai tree sat in a ceramic pot. It was pale. Not green. Not brown. A translucent, milky white, like a bone left too long in the sun. The leaves were still. They did not sway with the wind. They did not rustle. They...

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