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The train hissed into the station at dusk, a long, metallic exhale that seemed to drain the last of the day’s light from the platform, leaving us standing in a grey, humid limbo where the air tasted of ozone and old, damp wool. I was there for the audit, a routine procedure for the Department of Structural Integrity, tasked with verifying the load-bearing calculations of the newly erected...
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