The Distant Nightmare

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The rain hit the windshield in slants. Hard. Gray. I drove slow. The wipers beat a dull rhythm. Tick. Tick. Tick. Like a clock in an empty house. I held the wheel. My knuckles were white. Not from cold. From holding on. The radio was off. I didn’t want noise. I wanted the hum of the engine. It was a low growl. Reliable. It had served me for thirty years. It had carried me to stations where the...

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