CHAPTER 28

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The auxiliary relay room beneath the student union building was a low-ceilinged concrete bunker that smelled of damp limestone, ancient mimeograph ink, and the sharp, hot ozone of ancient routing switches. Above them, the floorboards vibrated with a terrifying, rhythmic thumping the footsteps of thousands of students gathering for the night march.