The Distant Ghost
The delivery manifest lay on the dashboard, its edges curling in the dry heat of the cab. You signed your name in the bottom right corner, the ink bleeding slightly into the cheap paper. The signature was shaky, a jagged line that looked less like a name and more like a seismograph reading of a minor quake. Outside, the Wyoming wind slapped against the glass, a rhythmic, hollow thud that...
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