The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The truck shudders. It is a bad sound. Deep in the chassis. You grip the wheel. Your knuckles are white. The road is a ribbon of grey mud. It cuts through the pine forest. The pines are tall. They are black against the sky. The sky is the color of old iron. You are driving. You are always driving. This is what you do. You fix things. You move things. You are a man of hands. But today your hands...

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