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... y had completely darkened. The streetlights on both sides of the road resembled two endless dragons stretching into the distance.
Jasper Sinclair personally drove the car. His distinctively jointed hand slid across the car’s display screen a few times, and then Chopin’s nocturne slowly flowed out from the surround sound system.
The music, mingled with the performer’s delicate emotions, was supposed to be comforting, but Nora Northwood just couldn’t relax, her back remained tense, ...
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