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... oard.
The room looked exactly the same. Twenty-five entities, all facing the same direction. The Walker somewhere in the middle, fog drifting along the ceiling like it paid rent. The Entity of Note at table six. Bram at his end of the counter with the jug. Torvel at the edge of his cart, both associates behind him, notebooks balanced on one arm, writing with the other.
None of that bothered me. The problem was the cart.
It had stopped between the far table and the corrido ...
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