The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The truck’s suspension groaned with a low, rhythmic pain, a sound that had long since ceased to be mechanical and had become the heartbeat of the vehicle itself. Elias Thorne sat behind the wheel, his hands white-knuckled on the steering column, feeling the vibration travel up through his bones, settling in the marrow where it felt less like motion and more like a slow, grinding erosion. He was...

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