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There is a spot where if you stand upon it, you can watch unlikely things—natural and unnatural things—converge. A 450-foot building of steel and concrete and limestone and glass towers overhead. Traffic from I-95 roars and screeches and honks and swears. Then there is the so-called “triple crossing,” America’s only crossing of three Class I railways—built in 1859, 1900, and 1901—clattering and clanging and sliding shrill.

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