The Wistful Asylum

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The rain in Wyoming does not fall so much as it assaults, a horizontal sheet of ice that blurs the horizon into a gray smear and turns the highway into a slick, treacherous ribbon of black asphalt. Elias Thorne stood in the ditch, his hands black with grease and trembling not from the cold but from a vibration that seemed to emanate from the very marrow of his bones, as he pried open the hood...

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