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The doors closed with a soft certainty. Muizenberg began to slide away. He watched her through the glass. She did not hurry. She did not hesitate. She crossed the platform with the measured pace of someone who had finally stopped running from herself. A gust from the bay tugged gently at the green scarf around her neck. She steadied it without breaking stride. She never looked back. Not once.
