passageway

Chapter 15

The rain fell in sheets, blurring the amber glow of the streetlights along the desolate stretch of Route 9. The asphalt was slick and dark, reflecting the emergency flashers of Mark’s car parked hazardously on the narrow shoulder. The wind howled through the skeletal frame of the old overpass, carrying the scent of damp earth a

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