Perception filter

I've found a sneaky 'free' comfy seat in St Pancras. I'd tell you where it is but then I'd have to kill you.

This station has the scandalously low total of 28 'free' seats that aren't attached to a retail outlet. What an enormous delight then to have discovered two fake leather sofas which don't come with the obligation to buy anything. They seem to be covered by a perception filter which renders them all but invisible to the foot sore and weary travellers pacing the station.

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