He returned with a million dollars… but froze when he opened his front door
The last night bus of the route screeched to a halt in front of a lonely sign that read: Redwood Plains. The hour sat somewhere between twilight and full darkness, and the Nevada sky was already cooling into deep violet. A cold wind brushed across the empty parking lot, sending curls of dust clinging to…
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