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The train carried us into the mist, a low growl that seemed to vibrate not against the metal undercarriage but deep within the marrow of our legs. I sat across from Elias, my hands folded tightly in my lap, watching the steam condense on the cold glass pane that separated our quiet compartment from the churning gray world outside. We were leaving the university, or rather, I was leaving him,...
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