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... t Eleanor stepped through the private gates into the main concourse.
Not noisy or crowded. Just... silent. The sort of silence that presses against your eardrums like a warning.
Her jet-lagged brain took a sluggish three seconds to clock it.
Everyone had stopped moving.
Staff frozen mid-stride with trays balanced like bad performance art. Security guards ignoring their posts, hands hovering near holsters as if guns might suddenly become relevant to whatever this w ...
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