An Hour Out
Night had settled in fully by the time Elias slowed the rig. Not dusk. Not fading light. True dark. The kind that swallowed distance and turned the mountains into jagged shadows against a sky thick with stars. They’d been driving for hours. The air had cooled sharply once the sun dropped, desert heat bleeding away into something almost cold. Rowan’s voice came through the comm. “You seeing that cloud bank building west?” Elias narrowed his eyes toward the horizon. A thin smear of darker shadow cut across the starlight. “Yeah,” he replied. “Wind’s shifted too.” He eased the rig off the narrow trail and onto a patch of packed stone shielded by a low rise. The second vehicle followed. Engines cut. Silence rushed in. For a moment, no one moved. Then Sadie exhaled dramatically. “Tel
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