The little girl wrapped her tiny arms around the biker
The night had been unusually quiet along Highway 84, too quiet for a road that usually carried the hum of distant traffic. Shadows stretched across the embankment in strange, unnatural angles, as if the darkness itself was holding its breath. No one saw her arrive—just a sudden movement, a tiny figure descending toward the twisted …
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