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Back in motion

They drove with cautious hope. The taxi passed through suburban neighborhoods, then through more rural outskirts. Trees grew taller and the road narrowed. They followed the directions exactly as Officer Greene had said. Finally, the cab pulled over to a small gravel patch. And there it was. Mia’s car. Sitting perfectly intact. Quiet, still, and looking like it hadn’t moved at all.
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