The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The wiper blade of the truck slashed through the fog, a rhythmic, mechanical heartbeat against the glass. Elias Thorne gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white, the leather cracked and peeling under the strain of his fingers. He was forty-two years old, and his body felt like a set of tools left out in the rain, rusted and stiff at the joints. The valley of Oakhaven swallowed the...

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