Manipulation Is Still Manipulation

The green sign glowed in the dusk like a promise. Another mile later, a second sign appeared: REST AREA – 8 MILES.

Lila gripped the wheel harder. “Nope. Not stopping.”

The road disagreed. The hum started low in the pavement, a resonance that climbed into the tires, the seats, their bones.

Then ca...

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