The Distant Nightmare
Chapter One My hands were deep in the grease of the landfill gas line, the metal slick and cold under my fingers, when I saw the supervisor’s car pull into the gravel lot. I wiped my palms on my coveralls, the fabric already stiff with grime, and watched him step out, his shoes too clean for this place, his eyes fixed on the new highway stretching out behind us where the trucking crews were...
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