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The snow didn't just fall in New Jersey; it buried things. Secrets, memories, and the last shred of light in Max’s eyes. Would there be interest in exploring a different
Max didn't say a word. He reached for his leather jacket, the weight of it familiar and heavy. He finished the rest of his coffee, the bitter taste grounding him in a world that felt increasingly surreal. The city below was a labyrinth of shadows,
"The truth is like a crack in the ice," Max muttered to the empty station. "Once you see it, there's no going back to solid ground."