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An old-fashioned train station sits quietly at night, with a large clock hanging above the platform. The dim glow of lanterns casts long shadows on the wet pavement as steam rises from the nearby tracks. A worn suitcase rests against a bench, next to a folded newspaper and an abandoned hat. A bicycle leans against the station wall, its tires still wet from the rain. The scene evokes a sense of waiting, of journeys not yet taken, and the passage of time in a city that never truly sleeps.
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