"I'm surprised, @Captainmycaptain hasn't written a story so here's my attempt!
"We called it The Embassy."
You didn't own it. You occupied it.
It wasn't a car in the traditional sense—at least, not in the way one thinks of a car as a means to get from A to B. The Pullman was a destination in and of itself. You entered it the way you might enter a sovereign territory, a floating chamber where time shifted and hierarchy rearranged itself subtly, as if drawn by unseen…"
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