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The Imposter's Game

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 457    |    Released on: 09/06/2025

was a carbon cop

shing lights. Th

k, nose buried near the same

The tiny one still tore at

of detachment, watching a

him! The

tarted, a familia

g, I tell you!

ched, his expression un

anicked, babbling wreck. This time, I knew the script. "My car was stol

all about a reckless driver in a red Camaro a

asn't

d. They'd heard t

ith a smartphone. She was animated, point

ask of anxiety. She saw the scene, her eyes dart

hock. The same

oice was bare

let her condemn me wit

me. Someone s

ck at me, confusion warring w

tiple eyewitnesses. And video." He gestured to the offic

sickening footage. A man who looked like me,

his time, meeting Rourke's gaze. My ca

ctly like you

me, yes. B

hed. The memory of her slap from

e finally burst out. "It's you!

a tragedy! But I was home. The car was

ered. "Liar!

was their ally. Panic ha

ledge. I knew this wa

go down witho

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“Saturday mornings were sacred, spent in my garage, polishing my cherished cherry red '69 Camaro. My wife, Emily, had just confirmed her performance check at Sam's Autoworks before our road trip. Life was good, almost perfect. Then the phone rang. Detective Rourke. My Camaro was involved in a fatal hit-and-run, he said. Impossible! It was supposed to be safely at Sam's. But according to the police, it never arrived. At the scene, my world crumbled. My beautiful muscle car was a twisted wreck. Three body bags lay on the asphalt, one terribly small. A furious crowd pointed at me, screaming accusations: I was the driver, laughing, making vile comments, fleeing the scene. Emily arrived, her face aghast as Rourke showed her video stills of 'me' at the wheel. "How could you?" she wailed, slapping me. I was condemned, a monster in the eyes of the world. My wife left me. My parents were targeted and killed in retaliation. I was beaten to death in prison, still grasping for answers, knowing I was innocent. How could such a perfect frame-up happen? What impossible force made me the culprit when I wasn't? Then I opened my eyes. It was Saturday again. My clock read 8:03 AM. I was back. This time, even when the car was stolen despite my precautions and the accident happened again, I wasn't helpless. With the memories of my nightmare life, and a deeper understanding of my car's unique security, I finally had a fighting chance to reveal the chilling truth behind the monster who stole my life.”
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