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The roaring engine of Bhairav's jeep tore through the quiet village roads, its headlights slicing through the lingering mist of the evening. The tires carved harsh trails in the rain-soaked dirt, and the wind howled against the windows. The sky, heavy with dark clouds, mirrored the storm that had just passed-its remnants clinging to the earth in droplets.
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