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“Go back to the station,” Mark said, the concern sharpening his words. “Now. Don’t wait. Come back onto the platform and stay where you can see the carriage.”
Unseen Connections: A Tale of Love, Trust, and Unexpected Protection
Claire felt the color drain from her face. “Why? What—?”
It was an odd request, and even odder coming from Mark, who never let a stray feeling dictate his day. But she remembered—without quite knowing how—an earlier evening months ago when Mark had called her from a meeting saying, “I don’t know why, but I think you should call your mother.” She had laughed at the time. Later that night, her mother called to say she’d been in an accident and was okay. That little premonition had been unsettling—and accurate.
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