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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The subway tunnel exhales as the train rushes through. For one suspended instant between stations, a stranger's eyes lock yours— centuries fold into a flicker of recognition. Then darkness swallows the moment whole. Only the rails keep humming.
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