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... ing behind fragments and scraps. At the end of Nyström's roll, when the cameras finally captured a stable shot, the majestic machine had been totally morphed into an apocalyptic wreckage.
Nyström could barely make it out of his cockpit.
When he did, he hauled his helmet from his head and spat at the feet of the marshals who had hurried to the scene to assist him.
It was a cataclysmic moment. Nyström thundered that he could walk back to his garage alone, the red flags wavi ...
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