The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The truck stalled at the edge of the reservoir. Steam hissed from the engine block, a sharp, white scream in the cold air. I sat there, hands on the wheel, watching the water. It was still. Too still. The reflection of the sky was a bruise, purple and swollen. I had driven for six hours. My back ached, a dull, grinding pain that lived just below my shoulder blades. It was the same pain I felt...

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