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Sitting there, the engine ticking as it cooled, the smell of wet leather and warm metal filling the cabin, Ellie realized she wasn't running from Atlanta anymore. She was driving toward something. The Miata wasn’t an escape. It was a key.

Ellie laughed. “A singing car?”

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