The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a thick, gray curtain that smelled of wet iron and old diesel, clinging to the windshield of the delivery van with a persistence that felt almost personal, as if the weather itself were trying to erase the fact that Elias Thorne existed at all. He was not a man who looked at his hands often; they were tools, extensions of the steering wheel...

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