The Golden Suspect
The road was gray. It stretched out before them like a scar on the earth. Rain fell in thin, cold sheets. It did not stop. It never seemed to stop. Elias sat in the passenger seat. His back was straight. His hands rested on his knees. They were still. They had been still for three days. The car hummed. The engine was a low, constant growl. It was the only sound that mattered. Outside, the world...
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