Lesser models
Some were rare jewels that he had lovingly restored, their chrome shining in the sunlight, engines purring like satisfied cats. Others were lesser models, not as flashy or valuable, but precious to Henry nonetheless. They were his projects, his dreams, and his unfinished symphonies. And then, there was the one. Tucked away in the darkest corner of the shed, on the edge of his property.
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