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The August sun hammered the asphalt, turning the highway into a ribbon of heat shimmers. Elliot sat cross-legged in the flatbed of a rust-streaked pickup, his back against a wooden crate marked FRAGILE – MICHIGAN BOUND .

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"You ridin’ or just inspectin’ my load?" she'd asked. The August sun hammered the asphalt, turning the