The Golden Echoes
The rain had turned the dirt road into a river of brown sludge, sucking at the tires of the county vehicle as it pulled away. I didn’t look up. I just stood there, my hands hanging loose at my sides, feeling the cold seep into my boots. My left knee was the thing. It was always the thing. A joint that didn’t bend, a hinge rusted shut by years of walking on the wrong side of the law, or maybe...
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