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... nged silence.
Mist clung to the edges of the world outside, its pale tendrils slinking across the ground like they were searching for an open window, a broken seal, a breath.
Inside the truck, there was no warmth. Just tension. Claustrophobic and thick like the air before a storm.
Sam drove with one hand on the wheel, eyes sharp despite the bags beneath them. Mike dozed beside him, head tilted toward the fogged window.
In the back, Richard’s breathing was growing ...
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