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Slowly, the lights came back on. But they weren't the harsh fluorescent tubes of the bunker. They were warm, golden sunbeams.
A woman sat across from him. Mira. But different. Happier. Wearing clothes that weren't tactical gear.
"Is it done?" a voice asked from the doorway. It was Mira, wrapped in a heavy wool coat, her eyes rimmed with exhaustion.
"Shh," Mira said, gripping the back of his chair.
Slowly, the lights came back on. But they weren't the harsh fluorescent tubes of the bunker. They were warm, golden sunbeams.
A woman sat across from him. Mira. But different. Happier. Wearing clothes that weren't tactical gear.
"Is it done?" a voice asked from the doorway. It was Mira, wrapped in a heavy wool coat, her eyes rimmed with exhaustion.
"Shh," Mira said, gripping the back of his chair.