Ghostie
Can you survive until the end?
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As I rummaged through the trunk for the spare tire and jack, I noticed a figure in the distance. A cowboy, mounted atop a majestic horse, watched me silently from atop a ridge. His silhouette was etched sharply against the crimson sky, a lone sentinel in this vast wilderness. I waved, half-expecting him to ride over and offer help, but he did not move. There was something unsettling in his gaze, a judgment that made me feel deeply uneasy.
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