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The Alpine Junction at Dawn
Henri adjusted his headset and leaned toward the panoramic interlocking display as the digital marker for express six-oh-one sped toward the northern mouth of the alpine base tunnel. Outside the control center, mist still shrouded the snow-dusted peaks, but inside the sealed dispatch room, twenty monitors tracked the maiden run of the cross-border high-speed service. The train was traveling at two hundred and fifty kilometers an hour, four minutes from entering the thirty-mile subterranean bore, when its automated cab-signaling link dropped into an unverified state.
Hardly had the locomotive passed the approach beacon when the telemetry board flashed amber. What troubled Henri most was not the train's formidable velocity, but the total loss of the digital handshake between the national signaling networks.
"The border balise is refusing the