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... onto the platform, the warm afternoon air brushing against him the moment he emerged. He slid his hands into the pockets of his black pants, taking a slow moment to absorb his surroundings. The place felt unfamiliar—too polished, too orderly—and nothing like the station etched in his memories.
’This station looks nothing like the one I remember,’ he thought, his eyes trailing over the scattered crowd. The people moving about were few, and each was dressed in official uniforms or finely ...
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