The Distant Nightmare
The truck sputtered. It coughed once, a dry, rattling sound, then died. Silence rushed in. It filled the cab like water. Galen sat with his hands on the wheel. He did not move. The engine ticked as it cooled. A small, metallic death. Outside, the highway stretched into the gray fog. No cars. No lights. Just the endless, white nothing. He checked the gauge. Empty. He looked in the rearview...
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