The Distant Legend
The truck engine coughs, a dry, rattling sound that echoes in the empty driveway. You sign the lease. Your hand shakes. The ink bleeds slightly into the cheap paper, a dark, spreading stain that looks like a bruise. You are thirty-four years old, and you are leaving. The mill town of Harrow Creek is shrinking behind you, a gray smudge of brick and rust. You want to escape. You want to outrun...
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