The Wistful Skyline
The truck’s engine coughed, a wet, rattling sound that Thorne felt in his teeth as he gripped the steering wheel. "Keep it steady, Elias," the radio crackled, the voice of Captain Halloway thin and distant through the static. "The charter is due at noon. Do not let the men see you hesitate." Thorne did not answer. He adjusted the throttle, the lever heavy under his calloused hand, and pushed...
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