The Distant Journey
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, cold mist that clung to the canvas of the truck’s cab and seeped into the joints of the old diesel engine, which rattled with a rhythm that matched the slow, grinding ache in Elias’s left knee. He drove the route he had driven for twenty years, a stretch of highway in the Pacific Northwest that cut through dense, fog-choked cedar...
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