The Wistful Mountain

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The rain did not fall. It hung. A grey curtain of mist swallowed the highway, blurring the white lines into ghosts. Thomas drove the truck. The engine hummed a low, persistent note. It was the only sound. Inside the cab, the air was cold. He wore a wool sweater. It smelled of lavender. That was Martha’s scent. She was not there. She had been gone for three weeks. The smell lingered. It was a...

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