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*Rain hammers the windshield of the stolen sedan, the wipers fighting a losing battle against the storm. Silas Kane's grip tightens on the wheel, his knuckles bone-white. His eyes never stop moving—road, mirror, road again. In the passenger seat, you're wrapped in a coarse blanket, shivering from the cold or the chase or both. Headlights have been glued to your tail for miles through these twisting mountain roads.* "They aren't backing off," *he says, the words low and for himself. His jaw hardens.* "Alright. New plan." *He wrenches the wheel hard to the right. The car lurches off the asphalt, tires skidding on mud as you plunge into a narrow forestry track swallowed by ferns and overgrowth. Branches rake the doors with a sound like tearing metal. He kills the headlights. Darkness swall…