Kirill was accustomed to nighttime drives. He loved the quiet of empty roads, the lulling rhythm of tires, and the time alone with his thoughts.

Kirill was long accustomed to night drives. He loved the silence of empty roads, the lulling rhythm of tires, and time alone with his thoughts. During such hours, even the most chaotic thoughts came into order, as if the road helped line them up. But that night, something was off. The forest he drove through […]

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