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A Kemiston Transit Authority official hopped on the tracks and connected a hook to our subway car.
With a winch, he dragged us a few feet into the terminal, the wheels on the car grinding and clicking and throwing up sparks.
Two police officers stuck crowbars in the doors and wedged them open.
“Everybody out!” the officers said as the passengers filed out of the cars.
Destiny and I ran onto the platform and a rush of warmth pelted us.
In the tunnel ahead, the subway car was burning bright. The flames were orange and black.
The fumes were thick and noxious. I covered my mouth with my scarf.
That fire was unsurvivable. To think that could have been me and Destiny made me shudder.
“How lucky were we?” Destiny asked, huddling close.
“One of these days, our luck is going to stop,”
