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What if you were in the Twin Towers during 9/11… just another normal morning, looking out over the city? Something feels… different. You can’t explain it, but the air suddenly feels heavy. In the distance, you notice a plane… flying lower than it should. It’s getting closer… too close. Your heart starts racing as reality sets in. You can’t move… everything slows down… the noise, the fear, the disbelief. There’s no time left… no escape… just a final breath— …it’s over.