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She attempted to draw her knees to her chest, but even the most subtle of movements made the metal creak. An ominous warning of death looming below. She had swerved to avoid the truck drifting into her lane. When she overcorrected, her car lost control, spun, bounced off the center median, and plowed partially through the concrete guardrail. The chassis now a vise grip around the edge of the bridge.

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