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Alex gripped a real steering wheel. The vinyl seat beneath him was cracked. The air smelled of coffee, wet wool, and faint exhaust. Outside the windshield, a grey, drizzly city sprawled under a concrete sky. No logos. No brands. Just a bus stop sign that read: Terminus 14. The old woman sat down
He drove. Through intersections that felt like childhood memories. Past a school he’d been expelled from. Past a park where his father used to push him on a swing—his father, who left when Alex was twelve. The GPS wasn’t showing streets anymore. It showed dates. March 14th. September 3rd. December 22nd. and faint exhaust. Outside the windshield