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Midnight Metro

The last train into the city at that hour was a rumor wrapped in old fluorescent lights and the metallic sigh of brakes. It ran late and seldom; it whispered of cheaper rents and midnight shifts and the kind of…

The Broken Watch

The rain poured heavily, splashing against the silent streets. A young boy, Aarav, hurried through the downpour, his shoes soaked, his hair dripping, his heartbeat matching the rhythm of the storm. He was too busy shielding himself from the cold…