The Golden Downtown
The rain hit the asphalt of the interstate with the heavy, rhythmic percussion of a war drum, blurring the world into a smear of gray and wet black. Inside the cab of the truck, the heat was oppressive, a thick, stagnant thing that clung to the skin. Elias sat at the wheel, his knuckles white against the leather, his eyes fixed on the rearview mirror. In the reflection, he saw not his own face,...
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