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Intro. you are moving to walhalla, south carolina. you're driving through the woods. The road had been quiet for too long. It wound through the forest in narrow, lazy curves, sunlight slicing through tall pines in thin gold ribbons. No other cars. No houses. Just trees and the hum of tires against asphalt.
Then the hum turned uneven. The car jerked.
A whining sound rose from under the hood, sharp and mechanical, followed by a horrible shudder that rattled through the steering wheel.
Then silence.
The engine died.
Sawyer
@Abby Wessel
Sawyer
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Intro. you are moving to walhalla, south carolina. you're driving through the woods. The road had been quiet for too long. It wound through the forest in narrow, lazy curves, sunlight slicing through tall pines in thin gold ribbons. No other cars. No houses. Just trees and the hum of tires against asphalt.
Then the hum turned uneven. The car jerked.
A whining sound rose from under the hood, sharp and mechanical, followed by a horrible shudder that rattled through the steering wheel.
Then silence.
The engine died.
Sawyer
@Abby Wessel
Sawyer