Morning of the 22nd, at the entrance of Mapo Station on the Seoul subway.
A group dressed in matching white t-shirts appeared. Holding placards in their hands, a phrase that one has likely heard at least once in a subway station flowed from among them:
"Do you know the Way?"
The wary glances at the unexpected remark lasted only a moment. The words that followed brought a small chuckle to the faces of busy commuters.
"I know the flounder."
T…
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Morning of the 22nd, at the entrance of Mapo Station on the Seoul subway.
A group dressed in matching white t-shirts appeared. Holding placards in their hands, a phrase that one has likely heard at least once in a subway station flowed from among them:
"Do you know the Way?"
The wary glances at the unexpected remark lasted only a moment. The words that followed brought a small chuckle to the faces of busy commuters.
"I know the flounder."
T…