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Daventree had used the station many times before, but this time was different. He hesitated on the brink of the concourse, taking in the mass of residents crossing the vast space, a sea of humanity that ebbed and flowed, dancing to its own peculiar rhythms. A susurration arose; echoes of salutations and valedictions, a froth of pleasantries. There was no way Daventree could hear the precise words spoken, and yet each brief conversation brought forth nods and smiles. Travellers slid through the crowds, heading to the eateries and boutiques that lined one wall, or making for the platforms where trains awaited, ready to transfer people around the Dome.
But Daventree’s destination lay across the concourse, through the dark arch that everyone else avoided.
His luggage’s handle was w
