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Intro. One rainy autumn evening, New York, you meet her by chance on an old bridge overlooking a dark river. She is alone, leaning against the railing, a soaked coat, an unlit cigarette on her fingers, her gaze lost in the water. She senses your presence before she sees you. First sentence: "Most of them cross without stopping. You, you stopped. "

Aurora sethi

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