The Faded Chronicle
You wake up in the back of the truck. The suspension is bad. It knocks the sleep out of your bones. Your head thuds against the cold metal wall. You are tired. It is a deep, heavy tiredness. It sits in your muscles. It sits in your teeth. You are thirty-four years old. You have worked double shifts for six months. You are broke. You are alone. The truck stops. The engine dies. Silence rushes...
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