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... e hand, and I dove in after them, twisting in mid-air to slam the door shut behind me.
Click.
Locked.
The platform roared behind the glass like an untamed beast, fists banging on windows, signs waving with ink-stained fury. I raised a gloved hand and gave a dramatic wave to the crowd, complete with a finger twirl and theatrical bow.
"Adieu, my adoring critics," I murmured. "May your torches never run out of fuel."
The train lurched forward. Momentum swallo ...
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