Spotting it
Emma squinted, trying to make out what Jack had spotted. And then she saw it too. There, partially hidden beneath a blanket of leaves and vines, was an old, weathered car. The vibrant red paint was dulled with dirt and rust; its tires sunk halfway into the earth. It looked as though it had been abandoned for years, left to rot in the forest on purpose.
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