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... s than two weeks, it had become an engine.
By mid-morning, the toll plaza on the northern approach operated with the relentless, rhythmic efficiency of a well-oiled factory floor. The chaotic shouting and stalled wagons of the old ford were entirely eradicated, replaced by the mechanical flow of segregated traffic.
In the center lane, the clack-clack-clack of wooden tokens dropping into the sloped, anti-jamming chute Arthur had designed formed a constant acoustic baseline. Mercha ...
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