Barn Door to Hell - Chapter 3
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“Regis, it’s Daisy. Over.”
Regis picked up the radio. “Go ahead.”
“We have a problem.”
His mind raced with possibilities. None of them were good. The road stretched in front of him like a black snake. The trees lined its sides like gray sentries, ushering his car across the winding blackness to an unknown fate. The coffee surged through him, making his blo…
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