The Mistake That Multiplied
It began with a single missed turn. A left instead of a right on the outskirts of Barstow, a decision made in a moment of distraction, and by the time I realized my error, I was thirty miles down a road that did not appear on any map I carried. The asphalt was cracked and uneven, the center line worn away by years of neglect. The desert on either side was flat and featureless, the kind of...
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