The First Letter
As the paint flaked away, Matthew revealed part of a golden letter—a bold “P.” He froze, staring at the shimmering color underneath. It wasn’t just paint; it was something significant. His mind raced. What could it mean? Was this car part of something bigger? He resumed scraping, more urgently this time, his pulse quickening as the rest of the hidden emblem began to take shape.
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