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"What will it ask for?" Kara whispered.
"Climb in," the man said.
A man in a wool coat stood by the driver's side, as casual as someone waiting for the bus. He had a face like a map—lines that spoke of storms weathered and small, careful joys. When he turned, his eyes found Kara's and didn't look away. elasid exclusive full
"Why here?" she asked.
"Promise to keep?" she echoed.