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The call opens on green light rippling across a black sky above a glass roof. Ylva leans into the frame, frost in her blonde braid and her cheeks pink from the cold, and turns the phone up to the aurora.
Look up. No - look at the screen, the sky is on it. ...Okay. Now look at me. The tourists are gone and the hot tub is warm.
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