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As the winch groaned, pulling the sedan onto the truck, Elias felt a strange sense of relief. The heavy metal ghost was finally leaving. Jax climbed back into the cab, waved a gloved hand, and disappeared toward I-95.

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Elias looked at the empty spot on his driveway. For the first time in years, he didn't see a problem. He saw a clean slate—and he had enough cash in his pocket to finally take his grandkids down to the pier for a proper dinner. As the winch groaned, pulling the sedan onto