The Distant Crown
The van idles. The engine hums a low, persistent note that vibrates through the floorboards of the bus station. You sit in the middle row, knees pulled up, hands clasped tight around a paper cup of cold coffee. Outside, the rain streaks the glass. It is a gray, featureless Tuesday. The station is empty save for the ticket taker, a young man with headphones around his neck, who watches you with...
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