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🗓️ 10 May 2025
⏱️ 208 minutes
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| 0:00.0 | The train pulled into Schlangming Station under a pale, greying sky. |
| 0:07.0 | Snow lined the tracks, packed tight and dirty, with a wind had pushed it against the platform. |
| 0:14.0 | I stepped out first, drawing a deep breath of air that felt sharper than anything I was used to. Will was right next to me, |
| 0:23.3 | dragging his duffel bag by his shoulder strap, and grinning, despite his nose already |
| 0:28.4 | turning pink. We took a shuttle from Slanding, up to Ramso and Deistine, which clung to the |
| 0:36.4 | edge of the alpine slope. |
| 0:39.4 | Every building looked older than it probably was, with sharply pitched roofs thick with |
| 0:44.4 | snow, wooden balconies stacked with chopped firewood, and narrow windows that glowed faintly |
| 0:50.2 | orange as evening settled over the ridge. |
| 0:54.6 | The main street was quiet, a few bundled up figures walked with purpose but didn't linger. |
| 1:02.0 | Every step we took echoed between the buildings. |
| 1:05.6 | The air smelled faintly of pine and smoke. |
| 1:10.1 | Albin and Marcus were already waiting at the guesthouse when we arrived. |
| 1:14.5 | They stood near the steps, both taller than I expected. |
| 1:19.2 | Albin wore a heavy black coat zipped to his throat, a thick beanie pulled low. |
| 1:25.3 | Marcus looked more relaxed, leaning against the wooden railing, smoking a cigarette, his backpack |
| 1:31.5 | at his feet. |
| 1:34.3 | Meeting them for the first time felt surreal. |
| 1:37.7 | We'd spoken for almost a year online, but there was still something odd about standing |
| 1:43.0 | face to face. |
| 1:45.4 | You get so used to that screen buffer that seeing your online friends in real life is almost |
| 1:51.2 | uncanny. |
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