The Faded Frontier
The fog did not merely obscure the road; it inhabited it, a thick, grey curtain that pressed against the windshield of the rusted Ford pickup with the weight of wet wool. Elara Vane kept her eyes fixed on the white line of the highway, a ribbon that seemed to dissolve into the murk every few hundred yards, forcing her to slow the engine to a low, thrumming idle that vibrated through the soles...
0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews