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Night fell like a velvet curtain. The comic’s panels flickered in Lola’s mind—the girl stepping through glass, the clocks, the frozen world that broke if you opened your hand. Lola thought: perhaps the umbrella’s true power was not to relocate people physically, but to let them cross from one panel of their life into another. reallola issue1
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