Turning on their equipment, their anticipation was suddenly muffled by a sound more exciting than the typical grating symphony of demolition. It was a whirring hum, an entrancing echo from days-gone-by. Following the sound like skilled treasure hunters, their eyes fell upon an object secluded behind a veil of dust in the farthest corner of the garage. It was a vintage car, a survivor from an erstwhile era of style and flamboyance.
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