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That tiny label was a fulcrum around which the narrative pivoted. DMS—whatever the acronym meant here—was no longer a part of the filename; it was proof that the file documented a transaction. The camera cut to a close-up of the man’s face as the train approached: a half-smile that did not reach the eyes, a resignation keyed into muscle. He boarded. The doors closed. The camera died.