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... struck by a wall of noise the moment the doors opened. The sleek, climate-controlled silence of our ride was instantly shattered by the cacophony of thousands of voices bouncing off concrete and steel.
"Holy shit," I muttered, stepping onto the curb and staring at the scene before me.
Ferry Terminal Seven wasn’t a terminal—it was a holding pen. A massive, sprawling line of black-uniformed teenagers snaked around the pier, doubling back on itself multiple times like an enormous hu ...
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