The Wistful Campus

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The train did not run on rails, but on a bed of compressed, humming light that pulsed beneath the undercarriage with the rhythmic, wet throb of a vast, unseen heart, carrying Elias Thorne forward into a twilight that had no source and no end, a perpetual dusk where the air tasted of ozone and old pennies, and the windows of the carriage reflected not the passing scenery, but the deep, eroding...

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