
Kabir was riding his motorcycle back to his village late one bitter winter night. Dense fog covered the deserted country road like a thick white shroud, cutting visibility to barely three feet.

His engine sputtered and died right beside the overgrown gates of Devgarh's abandoned railway station. Unhooking an ancient brass signal lantern hanging on the station wall, its dead wick ignited on its own with a roaring cobalt-blue flame.

Kabir brought the blue lantern to his bedroom. At 3:17 AM, the digital alarm clock flashed red, and the blue flame flared violently.

Cast across his plaster wall was a 9-foot elongated human shadow pointing its clawed finger directly at the windowpane while invisible fingers tapped on the glass.

Morning revealed long claw marks scratched onto the window glass from the outside.

Wet black muddy footprints coated the floorboards, leading from the window straight to Kabir's bed. Pandit Ji arrived in white robes to light sacred oil lamps and examine the lantern, revealing signalman Raghav died in a 1990 fire trying to warn a passenger train.

Kabir walked past the overgrown overgrown railway tracks late at night as icy blue mist settled over ruined stone walls.

Heavy rusted iron station gates slammed shut with flying sparks as a tall faceless shadow entity enveloped in blue mist pressed its hands against the glass.

At 3:16 AM, Kabir sprinted frantically across the abandoned platform carrying the glowing blue brass lantern as the station clock ticked backward.

He placed the lantern under the clock just in time, releasing Raghav's spirit into peace. Golden morning sunlight spilled across the wooden station bench, revealing an ancient 1990 railway ticket stamped "TOMORROW".

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