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... ieter in a way that made you pay attention. These neighborhoods didn’t have programmable shade panels or hover-cleaners. The train station had rust creeping up the rail supports. The corner store I passed still used physical locks. A woman stood at the edge of the road selling steamed buns from a pushcart, her eyes flicking to mine with the briefest glimmer of recognition.
I gave a polite nod and kept walking.
Station 47 used to sit between a pharmacy and an auto-parts lot, tucke ...
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