The Wistful Witness

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2026-08-17 23:28:03 -

The truck smelled of diesel and wet wool. Elias drove. His hands were white on the wheel. He did not look at the mirror. He did not need to. He knew his son was behind him. They had been on this road for three days. The rain had not stopped. It was a gray, endless thing. It fell on the glass. It fell on the hoods of cars that passed in the opposite lane. None of them stopped. None of them...

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