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and the convoy rumbled to life, belching exhaust into the sweltering air.

Martha drove the lead vehicle, a tan sedan that reeked of stale cigarettes and disappointment. Mark occupied the passenger seat, looking progressively more nauseous as they drove. Elena sat in the back wearing oversized sunglasses and a simple white sundress, appearing for all continue reading …

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