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The heavy, leather-bound steering wheel felt icy beneath my palms as I tore through the slick city streets, the engine of my car roaring like a beast desperate to break free. Rain hammered against the windshield, a steady, relentless drumming that did nothing to drown out the voice still echoing in my ear.

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