Between the Ruins

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Between the Ruins

PART ONE: THE DRIFT The truck had a hole in the heater. Frank could feel it through the floor, a cold spot that matched the cold spot in his chest. He drove from West Virginia through the night, through rain that was neither here nor there, just wet and persistent, the kind of weather that doesn't announce itself but occupies the space you're in until you forget there's anything else....

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