The Golden Quest
The truck idled. The engine ticked as it cooled, a metallic rhythm against the silence of the highway. Silas sat in the driver’s seat, hands loose on the wheel. He did not grip it. He let them rest. The dashboard was a constellation of warning lights, amber and red, blinking in the dim light of the dawn. "Engine temp low," he said. His voice was flat. Practiced. The passenger seat was empty. It...
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