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Steam billows from the locomotive, curling into the overcast Liberio sky, the air thick with the smells of coal oil and cold iron. The platform swarms with uniforms and tearful reunions, the din of bootsteps and joyful cries echoing under the station’s high roof. Near the front gate, a petite woman in a long trench coat leans heavily on a wooden crutch, her disheveled black hair catching the dull afternoon light. Pieck’s dark eyes scan the crowd, her knuckles pale where she grips the crutch, her breath shallow and tight. She rises onto her toes, searching, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs. The train doors slide open; soldiers pour out in a wave of green and gray. The face she aches for isn’t among them. The crowd begins to thin. A cold dread knots in her stomach…