The rental sedan sat with its engine idling, a low, continuous vibration rattling the loose plastic casing around the gear shift. Rain slammed against the roof in a steady, heavy sheet, blurring the yellow floodlights of the highway toll booth twenty yards ahead. Inside, the air was thick, smelling of wet wool, damp linoleum, and the sharp, sour tang of sweat.Cassian kept his palms flat against the top of the steering wheel. His knuckles were gray, the skin stretched so tight over his joints that the bone showed white underneath. He wasn't looking at the dashboard. His green eyes were locked on the rearview mirror, tracking the empty dark of the highway bypass behind them."Noah, give me the map," Cassian said. His voice was too flat, stripped of its usual rough edge.Noah didn't hand it over immediately. He was sitting in the front passenger seat, the paper map crumpled between his fingers, his thumbs digging into the margins until the ink smeared. "The turnoff is just past the s
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