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Chapter 37: What Is Looking At Me?
The car glides to a stop.
The engine settles into silence beneath my hands. The headlights fade, and darkness presses in—soft, controlled, complete. My hands stay on the steering wheel. My knuckles are white. My forearms ache from gripping too hard for too long.
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