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... iling as if listening for a sound only he could hear. A stub of graphite rested between two fingers that had gone slack; a thread of his map hung from the pin he’d meant to place. The prosthetic lay on the bench beside him, quiet and open, the forearm panel set aside like a lid waiting for a jar. He snored once - soft, surprised - then settled.
Raizen eased the door closed behind him.
The Underworks’ night wasn’t a real night, but it did a good imitation. Pipes hushed to a lower ...
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