[ A taste of their own medicine, she would say - she doesn't say it.
The tip of her fingers trace, up and down, the skin that has been dead for years now. It is whiter than any part of her, thin and sinuous, and could almost disappear under the skin. The feeling of it to her finger makes her mind focus. She hears the machine slow to a halt, but still does not look. His words make her frown and her hand slowly stops, then drops off her neck.
It is only when he steps off to the weights that she looks up, looking at him walking over to it. ]
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The tip of her fingers trace, up and down, the skin that has been dead for years now. It is whiter than any part of her, thin and sinuous, and could almost disappear under the skin. The feeling of it to her finger makes her mind focus. She hears the machine slow to a halt, but still does not look. His words make her frown and her hand slowly stops, then drops off her neck.
It is only when he steps off to the weights that she looks up, looking at him walking over to it. ]
How many more Stations are there?