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... arsh, uncomfortable silence that was deafening. With the silent electric engine, there wasn’t even a soft hum to fill the air.
Clyde kept his hands on the wheel, eyes forward, but his gaze kept drifting toward the silver-haired young man sitting beside him.
Micah wasn’t even looking his way. His cheek was propped against his fist, elbow on the door, his expression blank as he watched the city slide by. The evening sun was fading on the horizon, casting a faint orange streak over ...
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