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Chapter 27 – The Drive That Remembers

作者: Mary Wilson
last update 最終更新日: 2026-03-03 04:51:08

We didn’t talk until the streetlights started disappearing behind us.

One by one, they thinned out, like witnesses deciding they’d seen enough. The highway opened into a long black stretch of nothing, cutting through the dark like a vein. Julian drove with both hands locked on the steering wheel. Not relaxed. Not casual. Locked. His knuckles were pale, tendons tight, jaw set like if he loosened up even a little something would catch up to us.

I held the new red drive in my fist so hard the plas
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