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... station, its wooden sign barely hanging on its rusted frame. Haruto stepped down onto the platform, his single suitcase in hand, and inhaled the crisp summer air. Unlike the city, there was no smog, no rush of people, no endless noise. Just the smell of earth, cicadas screaming in the distance, and the rolling green mountains that stretched endlessly under the blue sky.
"Back to nothingness..." he muttered, pulling his phone from his pocket. No signal. Of course.
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