Madisons Prayer and the Motorcycle Rider Who Answered It!
The road was completely empty, the kind of emptiness that exists only in the hours before dawn. At three in the morning, the world feels suspended, as if everything alive has agreed to pause. I pulled my motorcycle onto the gravel shoulder near an old bridge, the engine clicking softly as it cooled. A loose…
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