The Wistful Cipher

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The rain tasted of rust. It slicked the windshield, blurring the world into a smear of gray and black. I kept my hand on the wheel, knuckles white, feeling the vibration of the engine hum through my bones. It was a low, constant thrum, like a heartbeat that had forgotten how to stop. "Slow down, Miller," said Elias from the passenger seat. His voice was soft, dry as old paper. "The road knows...

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