The Golden Song
The van sat on the gravel shoulder, its engine ticking as it cooled, a metal heart slowing its beat against the silence of the rural highway, and inside, the silence was heavier than the cold that was beginning to creep through the thin fabric of the windows, settling into the bones of the two men who remained, for the moment, just passengers in a vehicle that had no destination other than the...
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