Chapter 66 The Emperor of Gas Station Sodium

​Aria’s POV

​The heater in the gray Ford Taurus didn't blow warm air; it blew a tepid, damp draft that smelled faintly of burning coolant and moldy carpet.

​We were thirty miles south of Rockford, crawling down a dark, sleet-slicked state route lined with endless, barren cornfields. The windshiel...

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