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The train puttered along with no real ambition, unlike the humans it carried.
The place looming behind her was all modernistic, with glass and metal and concrete whipped into odd geometric shapes. Only the mind of an architectural savant snorting nostrils of coke could have conceived it.
A storm might be rolling in as storms often did this time of year after the day’s buildup of heat. It was Mother Nature’s way of venting.
