The Distant Nightmare
The rain fell on the roof of the truck with a rhythmic, mechanical persistence that sounded like static on a dead radio channel. Elias sat in the driver’s seat, his hands resting on the leather-wrapped steering wheel, feeling the vibration of the engine through his palms. It was a low-frequency hum, a physical pressure against his bones that he had learned to interpret as a form of...
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