The Pale Circus
We drove north until the highway dissolved into gravel, and then the gravel gave way to the kind of silence that has weight, pressing against the windows of my truck like a physical thing. I was not lost, exactly, but I was no longer found, which is a different and far more dangerous state for a man who has spent the last decade looking over his shoulder. The engine ticked as it cooled, a...
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