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In Between Minds: Aspirin and Soda

I opened the door and stepped into the station. There were people everywhere, but everyone had collapsed to the floor. Most were motionless. Many were in pain, and those few that were conscious were holding their temples. Obviously, the “incident” had had far-reaching consequences. I didn’t know how that could be possible: my range was quite limited.

My head was still pounding. Stepping around people, I crossed the floor to the concession shop. The cashier was unconscious. I took a small bottle of aspirin, a bottle of water, a soda and a couple of chocolate bars. I swallowed two aspirin immediately, and washed them down with the soda.

Being the only person standing, let alone walking, I was not keen to be identifiable. I pulled down the cap and raised the collar of the coat, which hid most of the tattoos.

I walked from the shop and found the ticket counter. The departures board identified two trains leaving within the next hour: one headed for Riga and the other for Moscow. Moscow was much closer.

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