The Whisper Beneath the Tracks*  
The station was almost silent. A cold wind slipped through the cracks of the abandoned Platform 69, where no train had arrived for decades. Yet tonight, the air carried a strange whisper. Hansi stood at the edge of the platform, clutching the faded ticket she had found in her grandmother's diary. It simply read:  
*"Return before the clock forgets."*

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