The Wistful Saga
The van hits a pothole and your teeth rattle. It is a bad sound. A dry, clicking sound. You look down at the box in your lap. The glass is cracked. You know it is cracked because you can see the light through the fracture. It is a thin, white line. Like a scar. Like a bone. "Did you hear that?" David asks. He does not look at you. He looks at the road. The road is gray. The sky is gray. The...
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