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Kaiya stood backpacked at the train station, a small travelling bag by her feet. Allied Atlantica soldiers milled about, sometimes chatting in clumps, other times by themselves with heads buried in a tablet, all of them obviously on leave. They would pass by and greet her politely from time to time, and she would return the gesture. The soldiers made up the bulk of those waiting, but she could see pockets of Nymians here and there, most of them in business attire, and only a few families. The train would be far from full.
She checked her phone, useless for so long. Still useless. She dreaded the moment that reception returned and she would have to call her uncle. He might not even still be alive. The thought both terrified and relieved. If Kytos were dead, at least she wouldn’t have t
