The Wistful Saga
The gravel crunched under the tires of Elias’s pickup truck as it climbed the steep, eroding grade of the Appalachian foothill, a rhythmic grinding that mirrored the ache in his lower back. He was thirty-two, but in the cold, thin air of early November, he felt the weight of a man who had spent a decade fighting a losing war against entropy. The objective was clear and singular: to plant the...
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