The Distant Nightmare

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The truck hummed. It was a low, sick vibration. It lived in the floorboards. It lived in my teeth. I drove. My hands shook. Not from cold. From fear. The rain hit the windshield. It smeared the world into gray streaks. We were moving. We were always moving. "Keep it steady, Tom," said Elias. His voice was soft. It was like dry leaves skittering on pavement. He sat in the passenger seat. He did...

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