The Distant Affair
The truck idled in the gravel lot, its engine a low, rhythmic growl that vibrated through the soles of Thomas’s boots. He stood by the driver’s side, one hand resting on the cold metal of the door. The air smelled of wet pine and diesel. Behind him, the small town of Oakhaven lay quiet under a gray, bruised sky. Rain had stopped an hour ago, leaving the world slick and heavy. "Ready?" the voice...
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