The Faded Apartment
The truck’s tires crunched over the gravel of the county road, kicking up a spray of wet earth that misted against the windshield, where the wipers beat a rhythmic, futile measure against the fog that had swallowed the town of Oakhaven whole. Elias Thorne sat behind the wheel, his hands resting lightly on the steering column, feeling the vibration of the engine as a physical extension of his...
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