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Crash


Max cranked the wheel, the car spun, everything suddenly screaming. The sky turned upside down and thunder burst through his body.
The smoke reminded him of fog rising on the moors. He imagined a cloak wrapped around him, a sword at his waist. He tasted blood in his mouth.

An emergency roadside phone started to ring. He pulled himself from the ditch, reached up.

"This transmission is coming to you," the voice said.