Night made things clearer.
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Not softer.
Not easier.
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Just… sharper.
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Aaron stood at the crash site alone.
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No officials.
No noise.
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Just silence.
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The road stretched endlessly in both directions.
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Dark.
Empty.
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A few broken guardrails still leaned awkwardly to one side.
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Burn marks stained the asphalt—
black against black.
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This was where it happened.
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Where everything ended.
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Aaron stepped forward slowly.
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Each step deliberate.
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Measured.
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Like if he moved too fast—
he might miss something.
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Or worse—
accept something.
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He stopped at the edge of the burn marks.
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Stared down.
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Nothing moved.
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Nothing remained.
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And yet—
it didn’t feel right.
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He crouched slightly.
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Ran his fingers lightly across the rough surface.
