Train spotting

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I blink open my heavy eyes, as the train doors slide open.
There's no one around, not here.
I step off onto the platform, my footsteps echo around the station.
Nothing but fumes fill the air.
Thick, heavy smoke.
There's a shadow, but no origin.
My body's on the tracks, lifeless and shattered.
Excuse me, where's the exit?

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