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... ts. The flight attendant’s voice was soft, practiced, like she’d said it a thousand times before. A cart rolled beside her, the scent of freshly brewed coffee curling into the air.
She inhaled.
"Coffee, please."
Her voice came out quieter than she intended. The attendant smiled politely and handed her a paper cup, steam rising in lazy spirals. Merlina wrapped her hands around it like it was the only warm thing left in her life.
Outside the window, the world was a ...
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