All around you is a groan of impatience and anxiety. The noise intensifies. Half to the pitch, half to themselves, someone whispers, “There’s still time.” No one is reaching for their coat. Everyone seems to be edging forward, their elbows resting on their knees and their eyes unblinking. Waiting. Every pass feels more magnified than
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