The Highway of Silence
The wind in Nebraska is a constant, humming thing that erases the memory of where you've been and where you're going. Ben sat in his garage, the smell of grease and old rubber filling the air. He was a man of few words and fewer friends, a former operator for a black-ops unit that officially didn't exist. Now, he fixed tractors and old trucks in a town where everyone knew everyone, but nobody...
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