The Distant Affair
The truck’s engine coughed, a mechanical rasp that vibrated through the floorboards and into the soles of Elias Thorne’s boots as he pulled away from the gravel drive, leaving the porch light of his childhood home flickering in the rearview mirror. He did not look back; looking back was a luxury for men who had not spent three decades staring into the void of the high desert, and Elias was...
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