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He
shambled
quickly
along
a
side
passage
,
turned
the
corner
and
,
with
only
the
slightest
twinge
of
disorientation
,
shuffled
into
that
set
of
dimensions
that
people
,
because
they
don
’
t
know
any
better
,
think
of
as
normal
.
He
just
felt
extremely
hot
and
his
fur
stood
straight
out
from
his
body
as
temporal
energy
gradually
discharged
.
He
was
in
the
dark
.
He
extended
one
arm
and
explored
the
spines
of
the
books
by
his
side
.
Ah
.
Now
he
knew
where
he
was
.
He
was
home
.
He
was
home
a
week
ago
.
It
was
essential
that
he
didn
’
t
leave
footprints
.
But
that
wasn
’
t
a
problem
.
He
shinned
up
the
side
of
the
nearest
bookcase
and
,
under
the
starlight
of
the
dome
,
hurried
onwards
.
Lupine
Wonse
glared
up
,
red
-
eyed
,
from
the
heap
of
paperwork
on
his
desk
.
No
-
one
in
the
city
knew
anything
about
coronations
.
He
’
d
had
to
make
it
up
as
he
went
along
.
There
should
be
plenty
of
things
to
wave
,
he
knew
that
.
"
Yes
?
"
he
said
,
abruptly
.
"
Er
,
there
’
s
a
Captain
Vimes
to
see
you
,
"
said
the
flunkey
.
