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The afternoon light is softening when you step out onto the pathway, the intense white glare of midday giving way to something gentler, warmer, more forgiving. Everything in Santorini is white—impossibly, brilliantly white—the buildings painted and repainted until they seem to glow from within, reflecting the sun with such intensity that you need to squint even as evening approaches.

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The platform is nearly empty when you arrive, the evening crowd having already departed on earlier trains. Only a few people remain—an elderly couple sitting on a wooden bench sharing a piece of fruit, a young woman with a backpack reading a book, a man in a linen suit speaking quietly into his phone. The air is warm, carrying with it the particular quality of Italian summer evenings, when the heat of the day has softened but not yet surrendered to night.

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The light is already fading when you arrive, though it is only late afternoon. This is the way of winter here, this far north, where the sun makes only a brief appearance above the horizon, painting the world in shades of blue and silver before retreating again, leaving behind a twilight that lasts for hours.

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