It Turns Out, We May Never Know
As we stand at the mouth of this tunnel, the wind whispers secrets of the past. The walls tell stories of forgotten engineers, their names etched in the grime. But alas, the truth remains hidden, lost in the echoes of time.
Or does it?
Perhaps the answer lies not in the stones, but in the shadows that dance upon the walls.
Follow the shadows to uncover the forgotten tales of the platform
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