Having finished Memories of a Ghost, (it’s currently being edited) I’ve started working again on my […]
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No one wanted to stop their car for a dead man. They’d learned that lesson the hard way. After two hours of walking alongside Interstate 44 with their thumbs out, they were still only about ten miles outside of Mount Vernon, Illinois, the little town where Farris’ purple Le Sabre had dropped its engine block.

— Memories of a Ghost, chapter 20