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... early drew her attention but the man before her reached forward to rap his knuckles on the table. She looked back at him, possibilities and questions bounding about in her head like so many pinballs. She shifted in her seat as the compulsion to answer his question became too much to bear. She didn’t have the precise answer he wanted, but the fact that she had any form of answer was enough to trigger the feeling.

“I don’t know,” she said, “Eight thousand years? Longer?”

He frowned ...

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