The Golden Echoes
The truck engine idled. It shook the cab. A low, rattling hum. Elias sat in the driver’s seat. His hands were white knuckles on the wheel. He did not look at the passenger. He looked at the road. The road was gray. It stretched out into the mist. "Are you ready, Dad?" The voice was soft. Young. It belonged to Leo. Leo was nineteen. He was a cop now. Or trying to be. He wore a uniform that fit...
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