Approaching the bus
Suzan walked slowly around the clearing, her boots crunching softly over fallen leaves. The bus’s blue paint was almost completely hidden beneath decades of moss and ivy. Windows were blacked out, miraculously enough still intact, even though spiderwebs almost fully covered them. Suzan leaned in close to peer through the grime. Who had left this here? And how had it gone unnoticed for so long?
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