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I looked in the rearview mirror. The seat was empty. But on the screen of the "Est Taxi" app, a small yellow icon showed a passenger was on board. The fare timer started ticking. I didn't ask questions. I drove.

The phone vibrated instantly. A ping. A fare. The pickup was only two blocks away, at an address that didn't exist anymore—the old Central Library, which had burned down three years prior. My heart thudded. This had to be a server error, a remnant of a database that never got cleared. I drove there anyway. skachat programmu est taksi

The lot was empty, overgrown with weeds and surrounded by a chain-link fence. I sat in my car, the blue light of the phone illuminating my dashboard. I prepared to cancel the ride, but then, the back door handle of my car clicked. I looked in the rearview mirror

I looked up. The modern city was back—bright, loud, and indifferent. But the silver coin stayed in my hand, ice-cold and very, very real. The fare timer started ticking