The car died two miles after the last streetlight.One second, the engine was dragging me through the dark mountain road with a tired growl. The next, the steering wheel stiffened under my hands, the headlights flickered and the whole car rolled to a miserable stop by the side of the road.“No. No, no, no.” My voice cracked as I slammed both palms against the wheel. “Please. Please, not here.”The dashboard glowed once. Then went black. The silence that followed was worse than the noise.Outside, the mountain pressed close on both sides of the road, all tall pines and black shadows. Fog crawled low over the cracked asphalt. Somewhere far off, something metal creaked in the wind. A sign leaned crookedly near the ditch, its white paint peeling around the words:WELCOME TO GREYSTONEPOPULATION: 1,904Under it, someone had spray-painted in red:LEAVE WHILE YOU CAN.I stared at it for three full seconds.Then I laughed. It came out wrong. Thin. Shaky. Almost a sob.“Funny,” I whispered. “R
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