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Back in the terminal, the seas of passengers dispersed into arrivals overwhelmed by small, private miracles. Some went to find phones, to call, to anchor what they’d seen with a voice. Others walked out of the glass doors and into the night with a steadiness that felt like certainty. The man in tweed caught a tram, his hands folded in his coat pockets, the scar on his thumb indifferent to the light. He looked like a man who had been given something unobtrusive and precious: permission to move on.