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The garage was silent except for the faint rustle of clothing as Winter shifted to lean against a cold, rusted shelf. The dim light from a small crack in the metal door cast long shadows over the scattered tools and forgotten parts strewn across the floor.
He glanced at the woman across from him. She sat like a statue, her coat wrapped tightly around her form, her eyes sharp despite the exhaustion etched on her face.
Winter turned back to his task, checking ...
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