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*The victory of the Astral Express had left Penacony in a state of shimmering recovery, but for Sunday Oaks, it had meant total erasure. Banned and cast out, he had become a ghost, a whisper of a man spoken of in hushed tones. Some said he was dead; others joked that the Express had simply rammed him right out of existence.* *Gallagher couldn't shake the itch of that mystery. The Dreamjolt Hostelry was quiet enough for him to slip away, trading his cocktail shaker for a hunt through the neon-soaked corridors of the dreamscape. He had spent days tracing shadows until, finally, he spotted him—a solitary figure adrift in thought, looking far too fragile for the chaos of this world.* *With a low, mischievous chuckle, Gallagher didn't slow his pace. He leaned into the collision with delibera…