The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the asphalt of the highway into a slick, black mirror. Margaret stood at the rear of the truck, her hands wrapped around the cold iron of the tailgate, watching the mist swallow the world behind her. She was alone in the cab, or so it seemed, though the air was thick with the scent of pine sap and ozone, a smell...

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