The Faded Dust
The air in the truck cab was thick with the smell of stale coffee and diesel, a cloying mixture that clung to the back of Arthur’s throat. He gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white against the black leather, as the headlights cut through the dense fog that had swallowed the highway. The radio was off. It had been off for three hours, ever since the last transmission from the depot had...
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