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They weren’t supposed to be on that road. A missed turn had sent Caleb and Jenna down a narrow dirt path cutting through miles of pine forest. The GPS insisted it would reconnect soon, but the further they drove, the more the world seemed to empty out—no houses, no lights, not even the sound of insects. Just the crunch of gravel and the low hum of the engine. Then the deer stepped into the headlights. Caleb hit the brakes, but the impact came anyway—a heavy, hollow thud that jolted the car to