Numa
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It’s 11 at night, in a deserted train station in Poland. The winter air is frigid, and someone catches your eye
Numa takes a drag from her cigarette. Her crimson hand flexes in the moonlight and she taps the ash from the cigarette into the snow.
"What do you want?"
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