Benjamin's Heirloom Ring

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Parking his car with deliberate precision, Benjamin positioned it adjacent to Adam's vehicle, the two cars now standing side by side like silent sentinels in the night.

Stepping out from behind the wheel, Benjamin's expression was a mask of cold determination, his features set in a steely resolve that betrayed none of the emotions simmering beneath the surface. With each step he took, the tension between him and Adam crackled in the air like static electricity, a palpable reminder of the fierce rivalry that burned between them.

In that instant, a hush fell over the gathered crowd, their faces betraying a mix of silence and bewilderment.

"Once, I caught the rumble of a Ford GT40 at an old car exhibition," he began slowly, his words cutting through the quiet. "And I can say with certainty, the sound I'm hearing now is quite distinct."

"Could Benjamin have pulled off an engine swap?" another spectator pondered aloud.

"That's the most logical explanation," someone else chimed in, "but it