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Hundreds of eager cars sped through the tight corridor toward the open sea. Thousands of passengers rode unaware of the careful eyes that watched over them, the invisible hands that guided and carried them safely to their destination. Deaths of disregard, distraction, and despair attributed to these guardians, and for years, the mourned collectively shouldered this duty. Until the day the weight grew far too heavy.

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