The Faded Dust
The rain had not stopped for three days, and the mud on the rural road north of Duluth had turned into a thick, sucking clay that threatened to swallow the wheels of the old Ford entirely. Elias Thorne sat in the driver’s seat, his knuckles white on the steering wheel, watching the wipers fight a losing battle against the gray curtain of the world. He was a man of few words, a restorer of...
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