The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The truck idled. Dust swirled. It was red. It was dry. It was hot. Harrow sat. He looked at the mirror. The road was straight. It was endless. It was gray. He had no map. He had no plan. He had only the engine. It hummed. It vibrated. It lived. He was a soldier. Not anymore. But he was still a soldier. He wore the uniform. It was faded. It was stained. It smelled of sweat. It smelled of fear....

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