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Emma leaned in, her heart racing while she did. This was something she normally would never do, but here she was breaking into abandoned cars. Emma pulled back a layer of leaves and debris from the front seat, revealing an old, weathered map lying crumpled on the dashboard. “Look at this,” she whispered, handing it to Jack. The map seemed ancient, the paper yellowed and brittle with age.
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