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... hat settles deep in my bones. I press my hand against the glass, peering into the pitch black outside the wagon.
There are no snowy peaks. There are no alpine pines.
Just a heavy, suffocating darkness, broken only by the faint, bioluminescent glow of deep-sea flora drifting past the glass. The metal hull of the train groans—a long, agonizing creak of iron fighting against thousands of tons of crushing abyssal pressure.
It looks like the bottom of the ocean. What the hell ...
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