The Glass Driver

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The Glass Driver

The heat in the Nevada desert was a tangible thing, a weight that pressed down on everything that moved. I had been driving for six hours, past the skeletal remains of ghost towns and the bleached bones of cattle that had chosen the wrong patch of shade to die under. The road was a straight black line through the white earth, and the only company I had was the sound of my own engine and the...

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