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The moment he stepped inside, the doors slammed shut. The train started moving. “Next stop…” a distorted voice echoed, “...where you were never supposed to be.” Aarav’s phone buzzed. A notification. From an unknown number. It was a photo. Of him. Standing on the platform. Just now. He slowly looked up… and realized— In the reflection of the train window… He was still outside.