The Distant Affair
You drive the truck into the fog. The wipers beat a dull, rhythmic tattoo against the glass. Outside, the world dissolves. There is no road. There is only the white, the gray, and the cold. You are looking for your mother. She vanished three days ago. The police have files. They have notes. They have a name. They do not have her. You have the map. The map is wrong. The map lies. You are an...
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