Subway map
Kevin stepped closer, heart pounding. The metro map tilted askew, its frame hanging crookedly as if handled often. Dust thickened around it, except along the edges, where smears revealed contact.
His chest tightened with anticipation. This wasn’t decoration. It was a cover. His breath came sharp and shallow as he reached for the frame, desperate to confirm his suspicion.
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