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Edinburgh’s sleet stung my cheeks as platform 5’s departure board flashed crimson—another 40-minute delay. I jammed cold hands into pockets, cursing ScotRail’s timing as commuters’ umbrellas jabbed my spine. Then The Herald’s push alert vibrated like a lifeline: "Fallen tree blocks Haymarket line, crews en route." Suddenly, chaos had context. That single notification transformed my gritted teeth into a sigh of relief.

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