The Distant Summer
The truck idled on the gravel, its engine ticking as the heat rose from the cracked earth. Elias Thorne killed the engine and stepped out, his boots crunching on the loose stones. He was thirty-two, though the dark circles under his eyes made him look older. The debt was a physical weight, a stone in his chest that made every breath a labor. He needed the final payment from Harrow Mining to...
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