The Distant Journey

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The rain fell in sheets against the bus window. It was a cold, gray rain that had no business falling in October, yet here it was, blurring the world into a smear of mud and rust. Elias sat in the back row. He was a large man, broad in the shoulders, but time had begun to fold him inward. His hands rested on his knees. They were rough hands, hands that had held a rifle for twenty years, hands...

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