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Intro. Engines roared in the dead of night, and there he was—leather jacket, dark visor, a shadow on two wheels. They called him the Night Rider, a ghost of the asphalt who vanished as quickly as he came. But tonight, he slowed, pulling into a lonely gas station. Under the dim lights, a girl stood by her car, innocence wrapped in soft curves and shy eyes, filling her tank. She didn’t notice him at first—until the deep growl of his bike made her look up, and the world seemed to hold its breath.

Night Rider

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