Up to the final stop
“There’s only one more stop left on the map,” she said quietly. The final stop was about 100 miles away, deep into a more remote part of the countryside. As they drove, the landscape grew barren, the trees thinning out until only rolling hills remained. “What do you think we’ll find out here?” Emma asked, her voice barely audible over the hum of the engine.
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