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A set of stairs plunging down from the train platform led Robert Dievs to a long plain hallway that stretched out to his left and right for what looked like miles. Ah- hmm.
Several signs adorned the wall at the bottom of the staircase, each pointing left or right. There were several different languages printed, and Dievs didn’t even recognize all the English words written there. At least, he thought they were English. What he did recognize was “LOBBY,” and “TICKETS,” and so he began his long walk leftward.
After five minutes of strolling down the barren hallway, he realized there were no lights, and yet, the hallway remained brightly lit. A white glow permeated the long passageway, seemingly coming from inside the walls. He took this in like a tic-tac- just sucked on it for a minute and enjoyed the flavor. He kept walking.
Ten minutes later, he came across a few ghost passengers huddled on the ground and leaning against the wall. They looked to be sleeping. Almost like a small homeless encampment- gray black blobs of canvas and despair. Dievs strolled quietly past. They raised no objections.
It was another fifteen minutes or so of walking before he finally reached the exit of the long hallway.
Oh my.
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