Published on in Vol 5, No 4 (2018): Oct-Dec

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Leo closed his eyes. He stopped trying to calculate . He started telling a story.
Leo hated the glow. Not the warm glow of a bedside lamp or the distant shimmer of stars, but the cold, electric-blue hum that pulsed from his laptop screen every evening at 6 p.m. It was the glow of . sparxmatgs
The door marked glowed green. The Curator nodded, almost impressed. Leo pushed it open. Safe. Leo closed his eyes
The void darkened. The Curator grew twice as tall. but the cold
The train problem appeared, but now the trains were real—two ghostly locomotives rushing toward each other in the distance, one blue, one red.
