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Maddy, the lone night‑shift caretaker, slipped through the cracked door, her boots echoing on the concrete. She paused before the piece, eyes tracing the jagged horizon. The drawing’s dark veins pulsed, as if the charcoal itself were a heartbeat. She could almost hear the distant hum of a train that never arrived, the rustle of paper that never was.