The Faded Road
The clock on the wall ticked. It was a loud, mechanical sound. It filled the room. It filled the house. It filled the car. Elias sat in the driver’s seat. His hands gripped the wheel. His knuckles were white. The engine hummed. A low, angry growl. He looked at the passenger seat. It was empty. It had been empty for three days. He kept looking at it. He checked the mirror. He checked the road....
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