The Distant Threshold

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The bus stops at the end of the gravel road. It does not honk. It simply stops. You step off. Your boots sink into the wet mud. The driver looks at you. He does not speak. He knows. You always know. You are leaving. Not because you want to. Because they are coming. The town is small. The people are small. Their minds are small. They have decided what you are. They have decided what you do. They...

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