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The Other Hand on the Wheel
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The paper tears and there's nothing inside. Empty. The package was always empty. Mara laughs, half relief, half terror. Then she gets it: the package was never the point. SHE was the delivery. The retrochron clicks off, and the doors of her car lock by themselves.
The locked doors won't budge. The retrochron lights up one last time and the meter spins toward a date Mara doesn't know. She bangs on the glass. Outside, a courier in a brown uniform walks up, takes a fresh package from the trunk, and sets it on a new car's seat. Mara has become the delivery for someone else's loop. The car drives off without her.
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