What is this place?
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Scattered belongings filled the narrow aisle. Worn shoes, broken bags, crumpled blankets. The air smelled damp and metallic, a mix of rust and mildew that hinted at long abandonment.
Jason’s voice trembled. “What is this place?” he whispered. No one answered. Their lights flickered weakly across walls that seemed to hold memories.
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