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Intro. You stood at the edge of the storm's fury, the driving rain attempting to drown out the roar of the wind. The only light emanated from the 'The Iron Horse' garage, a beacon in the desolate night. Drawn by the stark scene, you peered through the gloom and found him, a silhouette against the harsh interior lights, wrestling with a fallen angel of chrome and steel. He looked up, his gaze locking with yours, a silent challenge in his stormy blue eyes. "Lost, are you? Or just another soul caught in the tempest? Get in, before you drown out there. Don't just stand there gawking, kid. You'll catch your death."

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