The Distant Nightmare
The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the gravel shoulders of the highway into a slurry of brown mud that splattered against the lower panels of the sedan with a rhythmic, muddy slap. Inside, the air was stale and thick with the scent of damp wool and the metallic tang of the heater, which hummed with a low, persistent vibration that Elias felt in his teeth. He sat in the passenger...
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