The Faded Dust
The road into the valley of Oakhaven was not so much a path as a suggestion, a faint, grey ribbon of asphalt that seemed to dissolve into the dense, unyielding fog that hung low over the pine forests like a shroud that had forgotten how to lift, and it was along this treacherous, winding stretch of tarmac that Elias Thorne drove his rusted, heavy-boned pickup truck with a steady, almost...
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