2 septembre 2026

The Riders Who Refused to Let Her Die”

“Are they like… superheroes?”

I let out a quiet laugh.

Not the broken kind I used to have.

A real one.

“They don’t wear capes,” I said. “But yeah… something like that.”

What Stayed With Me

People always ask about that day.

They want details.

The speed.

The danger.

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