Late winter on a forgotten road. A nurse named Eliza is driving home from a double shift. Steam from her coffee fogs the windshield as snow hisses beneath the tires. Near midnight, she calls her brother at the crossroads. The line goes flat. And it never returns. By morning, all that’s left are tire marks veering onto a soft shoulder, ending without a skid. A profound silence hangs in the pines...
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