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By the next morning, news of Flint’s arrest had already trickled through the entire depot. Drivers whispered in break rooms, mechanics paused their work to discuss the rumors, and supervisors exchanged cautious looks.
Harold hadn’t returned yet, but almost everyone had heard his name—and for the first time in days, it wasn’t paired with sympathy, but respect.
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