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She prepared with a kind of fanatic patience: she collected a scarf of his, an old bus token, a photograph of them both at the fair, hair tangled with cotton sugar. She placed them on the ballast at dawn and let the Whitespeed pass. She pressed her hand to the place it left and tried to imagine him — not as he had been at the time he vanished but as a living thing, breathing and surprised. The ballast pulsed. The air tasted like metal and carrots; the outline shimmered. For days nothing happened. Then, on the fourth night, the ballast hummed and a shape rose in the margin like a heat-ghost. She grabbed it and pulled with everything she had.