The Distant Journey

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The bus smelled of wet wool and old coffee, a suffocatingly familiar scent that pressed against Marnie’s skin like a heavy blanket, and she sat in the back row with her eyes fixed on the muddy tracks outside the window, watching the gray November sky press down on the small town of Oakhaven as if it were trying to crush the life out of the trees that lined the road. She was going to leave, she...

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