The disappearance of Bus Number 43 begins as a local mystery on a rural stretch of Highway 52. A Greyhound filled with ordinary passengers enters
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The disappearance of Bus Number 43 begins as a local mystery on a rural stretch of Highway 52. A Greyhound filled with ordinary passengers enters
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Most time-travel stories begin with a machine. A lab humming with energy. A car modified with impossible tech. A device someone chooses to switch on.
On the surface, Bus Number 43 is as ordinary as it gets: a milk-run route from Dubuque to Elkader along Highway 52 in August 1955.
On a workaday “milk run” from Dubuque to Elkader, fifty-three plain miles of Highway 52, Bus Number 43 left on time and entered a future
If you picture a story about a world-shaking time anomaly, your mind probably jumps to New York, London, Tokyo, glass towers, crowded streets, and satellite
Every bus route has its regulars, its quiet watchers, its talkers who never quite find the brake pedal on their own mouths. On the 5:30
On an ordinary August morning in 1955, Bus Number 43 rolls out of Dubuque like it has countless times before. Raymond Olsen, a weary but
