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Submitted to Contest #309
Alexandre gripped the steering wheel; his hands dry, knuckles cracking as he adjusted his grip. The truck’s headlights cleaved the darkness he drove through each morning like penance, like habit, like a man who had once understood where he was going and now only knew how to go through the motions. Outside, the desert was still—so still it felt like the world had paused, just long enough for memories to creep in. He hated that stillness. He was a man of movement. A doer, not a thinker. An idle man goes mad, his father used to say. Better to s...
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