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| Preceding station | London Overground | Following station | ||
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Shoreditch High Street towards Highbury & Islington or Dalston Junction | East London Line | Wapping towards New Cross, Crystal Palace or West Croydon | ||
| From December 2012 | ||||
| Shoreditch High Street towards Highbury & Islington or Dalston Junction | East London Line | Wapping towards Clapham Junction | ||
| Preceding station | DLR | Following station | ||
| Tower Gateway Terminus | Docklands Light Railway Transfer at: Shadwell |
Limehouse
towards Lewisham, Stratford, Beckton or Woolwich Arsenal |
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| Bank Terminus | ||||
| Historical railways | ||||
| Preceding station | London Underground | Following station | ||
| Whitechapel towards Shoreditch | East London line |
Wapping towards New Cross or New Cross Gate | ||
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