The Wistful Letter

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2026-08-20 00:18:18 -

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended curtain of grey water that turned the highway into a river of blurred lights and rushing black. I kept my hands at ten and two on the steering wheel, my knuckles white against the leather, feeling the vibration of the engine travel up my arms and settle in my chest, a rhythmic thrumming that was less mechanical than biological, a second...

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