The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain hits the windshield in a steady, gray rhythm. You keep your hands on the wheel. The wipers squeak. Left. Right. Left. Right. Inside the car, the heater blows warm air that smells of wet wool and old plastic. Your wife, Sarah, sits in the passenger seat. She is looking out the window. Her eyes are wide. She does not blink. "Drive," she says. "I am driving," you reply. Your voice is...

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