The engine died. Everything we trusted about the road, about control, about safety, died with it. The night didn’t just feel dark; it felt deliberate, like it was closing in. We were overdressed, underprepared, and suddenly very aware of how far we were from help. Then a single pair of headlights appeared, one stranger stepped out, and one decision—his decision—quietly rew… Continues…
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