The Distant Nightmare
The engine of the black sedan hummed a low, vibrating note against the asphalt, a sound that seemed to seep through the soles of my boots and settle in the marrow of my bones. We were driving north, into the teeth of a November storm that had stripped the pine forests bare, leaving them standing like grey skeletons against a sky the color of bruised slate. I sat in the back, my hands cuffed...
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