The Faded Dust
The rain had turned the asphalt of the interstate into a slick, black mirror, reflecting the dull, pulsing amber of the sodium lights that lined the shoulder like dying stars, and Elias Thorne sat in the driver’s seat of his unmarked sedan, his hands resting loosely on the wheel, feeling the vibration of the engine travel up through his forearms and settle in the hollow of his chest, a rhythm...
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