The Distant Threshold
The bus groans as it climbs the hill, the engine a low, persistent moan that vibrates through the soles of your shoes and up into the bones of your knees, a physical reminder of the years that have settled into your joints like sediment in a still pond. You sit near the window, watching the gray sky press down on the suburban sprawl, the houses identical in their beige monotony, each one a...
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