The Distant Affair
The departure was not marked by a grand gesture of farewell, but by the quiet, mechanical disengagement of the engine’s clutch, a sound that resonated in the hollows of my chest like the tolling of a distant, rusted bell. I stood on the cracked asphalt of the service road, watching the heavy, iron-gray truck pull away into the mist that clung to the valley floor, the suspension springs...
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