The Waiting Room (V-13)

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2026-06-21 00:24:08 -

The station was a vast, echoing vault of white tiles and flickering fluorescent lights. There were no clocks on the walls, and the departures board was a blur of shifting letters that formed no recognizable words. We sat on a plastic bench, two men in grey suits, separated by a distance of exactly three feet. "I believe you owe me four thousand dollars," I said. My voice sounded flat, as if the...

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