Station 7 sat beneath a highway overpass, its mouth a yawning arch. The station’s tunnels were a museum of graffiti and lost shoes; the air smelled of iron and mildew. At the center of Platform C, a rusted door barred access to a narrower stairwell. A cracked plaque read: EMERGENCY BROADCAST — 1959. The door resisted only for a moment before giving way, like a story that had waited long enough for an audience.
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The stairs spiraled down into a hollow where a bank of ancient transmitters had been repurposed into a cathedral of screens. People milled about, faces upturned like worshippers. They wore masks—paper, fabric, painted—faces as varied as the city itself. At the center, a raised dais held a unit of equipment patched together from disparate eras: an old radio tower control, a salvaged streaming encoder, a modern laptop taped to an analog dial. Above it, someone had taped the poster Kaito had carried. Station 7 sat beneath a highway overpass, its
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