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He wiped his palms on his coveralls and unbolted the side door of Midnight Auto Parts . The yard beyond was a graveyard of rusted sedans and skeletal trucks, their headlights shattered like blind eyes. But the man standing in the doorway wasn't blind. His name was Calder, and his pupils were blown wide as dinner plates.

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