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Rain lashed against the train windows like thrown gravel as we crawled into a nameless Alpine station. My phone blinked "No Service" – dead to Google Maps, dead to translation apps, dead to my booked hostel's confirmation. Panic tasted metallic. Outside, darkness swallowed the platform signs whole. Fellow travelers vanished into the wet gloom, leaving me stranded with a dying phone battery and zero German.

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