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The train compartment lights flickered once more, casting wavering shadows against the rain-streaked window. Tessa sat with her legs curled beneath her, one hand resting against the seat beside her, the other playing with the ring on her finger.
The rain had been falling for hours when Cass arrived at the hotel above the closed jazz bar. The windows of the suite were dark except for the glow from the bathroom.
The rain had come first, beating against the windows with a vengeance. Inside the dimly lit kitchen of the isolated cabin, the air felt almost sacred.
Mara arrived just after ten, not because she had nowhere else to be, but because the office had emptied just past dusk. The woman who answered the phone at her company’s remote branch had said nothing more than, “The team is out.” That was all.
The loft had become theirs for the night, a rented space with walls papered in salvaged maps and shelves crowded with reference books and brushes. Mina sat beneath the low window, her legs folded beneath her, a half-finished canvas beside her.
Selene arrived late, the bookstore’s glass door closing behind her with a sigh. The scent of paper and old glue warmed the apartment, carrying the ghosts of countless afternoons spent counting inventory.
The dining car closed at ten, ending the long train journey with the gentle clatter of chairs and the distant murmur of passengers retreating to their private quarters. Tessa lingered by the window, watching the amber glow from the observation car spill across the platform.
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