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The bookstore closed at one, but Avery kept the back room lit because Bianca had insisted on checking the inventory returns. They were both tired, but the apartment upstairs was too quiet without the murmur of customers.
The rooftop greenhouse had become their refuge over the past month. Maya sat beneath the glass dome, reading aloud from a book, heels planted beside a table strewn with wineglasses.
The cabin lights glowed amber against the windstorm, casting long shadows across the worn pine floorboards. Cass sat beside the window, listening to the wind scream through the trees.
The rooftop greenhouse enclosed Adrian in a cocoon of glass and industry. He had climbed the stairs with caution, the city below reduced to a grid of amber and blue, safe behind the panes.
The bookstore closed at one, and Miriam stayed behind to finish the inventory. Cass had already locked the door, staying just long enough to make sure the rain had stopped.
The cabin groaned under the wind's assault, its walls sealing the warmth of the hearth against the elements. Vivian sat with her legs folded beneath her, knees hugged to her chest, watching the firelight flicker across the ceiling.
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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