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... tch in my hand was the loudest thing in the world.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Three hours had passed since I established Martial Law. The carriage was silent, save for the shallow, ragged breathing of the sleeping students and the occasional shifting of the barricade as the wind battered the train. The Snow Stalkers were still out there—I could hear them pacing, their claws clicking against the steel hull like tap shoes on a chalkboard—but they hadn’t tried to breach again. They were pa ...
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