He turned back to his truck, feeling the hum of the engine as a promise that the secret route would always be there, waiting for the next driver who dared to ask, “What if?” Back at the inn, Luca shared his tale over a fresh pot of espresso. The innkeeper smiled, her braid glinting in the firelight, and placed a small brass key on the table—a token for the next traveler who might seek the Golden Key.
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