Débris from battle made Claire realize that her swastikaed leader had been stuck and instantly her own car was stuck. She had to put the car at that hole. It dropped, far down, and it stayed down. The engine stalled. She started it, but the back wheels spun merrily round and round, without traction. She did not make one inch. When she again killed the blatting motor, she let it stay dead.
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