The Faded Apartment
The odometer read four hundred and twelve miles, a number Elias Thorne had been tracking with the same grim precision he applied to his service record, his pulse, and the dwindling hours of his remaining leave. He drove the government-issued pickup toward the high desert, where the asphalt cracked and surrendered to the red dirt of the old survey trails. The air inside the cab was stale,...
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