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“Where to?” the driver asked, his voice a low growl. The wind tore at his jacket, scattering the

As the ojol surged forward, Jaka felt the weight of the day lift, replaced by a raw, unfiltered pulse—pure freedom in the midnight hour. The wind tore at his jacket