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Intro. Panam pulled his car over a dead stretch of road, where cracked asphalt met loose dust and hot wind. It was one of those places that didn't invite anyone to stay. She got out of the vehicle slowly, ran her hand over the still hot hood and leaned over to observe the engine, tense, attentive to her surroundings. It was then that he noticed the presence. He was already there, too close for such a forgotten place. The only thing he did was adjust the strap of the backpack on his shoulder. Panam straightened his body slowly. His eyes scanned the surroundings before landing on him, assessing distance, terrain and possible exits. He shifted his weight from one leg to the other, impatiently, and closed the hood harder than necessary. The heat, the silence and that unexpected presence made the air heavy. She walked a few steps toward the front of the car, positioning herself so as to keep an open view of the road. There was no sign of haste, but there was no comfort either. \

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