V-13: The Terminal Dialogue
The airport terminal was a cathedral of transit, a place where thousands of lives intersected for a few minutes before diverging forever. It was a space of non-existence, a liminal zone where the only thing that mattered was the flight board and the ticking of the clock. The air was a mixture of expensive perfume and stale coffee, a scent of transition and anxiety. Julian and June sat in Gate...
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