The train gave a soft jolt beneath Kaidren's shoes, steady rather than violent, a subtle reminder that the journey had begun. The hum of the engines deepened, smooth and precise, carrying the entire carriage forward.
Through the wide window, attendants and passengers on the platform began to slide backward, their gestures and hurried movements stretching like shadows as speed increased. Kaidren rested his chin lightly against his palm, expression flat, eyes following until the figures blurred into nothing.
The brightness of the station gave way to gray walls, the train slipping into its underground tunnel. Stone stretched endlessly across the window, featureless and dull, and Kaidren's gaze quickly lost interest. He turned back toward the table.
