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The corridor ended in what Scout recognized as a train platform. She had taken many trains on Amatheon Orbiter 1, but those had all been under the surface of the city, in the bowels of the space station. She and the Torreses were still on the same level as the processing station under the docks, further down than the top of the dome but still higher than the tops of the other towers. How could there be a train up here?
And yet a row of cars stood waiting, people scurrying on or off as a buzzing announcement and chiming bell said they were nearly out of time. Mary Grace scooped Shadow up in her arms and ran for the last of the train cars. John Carlo still had a grip on Scout’s arm and forced her into a run to follow. Gert galloped along beside her, head swiveling as she took in the acti
