He told himself he was fine. He told himself that twice, then a third time. But his hands remained rigidly stuck to the wheel. He drove hunched forward, eyes flicking between the mirrors and the road, waiting for something he couldn’t name.
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A curve came sharp and sudden, half-flooded near the shoulder. He slowed, but the trailer tires hissed ominously, and the whole rig jolted. The sound that followed was a sickening, solid thunk, and the echo of something heavy shifting loose.
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