The Faded Photograph
The truck sat low in the mud. Rain drummed a relentless, dull rhythm against the cab, blurring the world into gray smears. Inside, the heater coughed, failing to push back the damp cold that seeped through the floorboards. Elias sat in the driver’s seat, hands resting on the wheel. He did not turn them. He stared at the rearview mirror. Behind him, in the back of the truck, the box sat. It was...
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