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... sun had yet to breach the eastern horizon, but Madrid was already stirring. In the avenues below, the silhouettes of tram lines stretched like silver threads over the cobblestone streets, their overhead cables catching the faint glow of gaslamps. It was the beginning of the capital’s new heartbeat.
Prince Lancelot stood at his window, coffee in hand, eyes fixed on the tram yard near Puerta de Atocha. Rows of gleaming electric trams sat in quiet readiness, their brass fittings polished, t ...
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