The Distant Legend

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The rain fell in sheets. Gray and cold. It slicked the gravel road into a brown mud. Elias drove the truck. The engine coughed. It was a Ford. Old. Heavy. It sat low to the ground. The cabin smelled of oil and wet wool. Elias gripped the wheel. His knuckles were white. He looked at the mirror. His face was there. Tired. Old. The lines around his eyes were deep. He was forty. He felt sixty. In...

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