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'
So
T
-
A
,
they
made
me
.
The
French
girl
,
she
said
you
were
selling
out
the
species
.
Demon
,
she
said
I
was
.
’
The
Finn
grinned
.
'
It
doesn
’
t
much
matter
.
You
gotta
hate
somebody
before
this
is
over
.
’
He
turned
and
headed
for
the
back
of
the
shop
.
'
Well
,
come
on
,
I
’
ll
show
you
a
little
bit
of
Straylight
while
I
got
you
here
.
’
He
lifted
the
corner
of
the
blanket
.
White
light
poured
out
.
'
Shit
,
man
,
don
’
t
just
stand
there
.
’
Case
followed
,
rubbing
his
face
.
'
Okay
,
’
said
the
Finn
,
and
grabbed
his
elbow
.
They
were
drawn
past
the
stale
wool
in
a
puff
of
dust
,
into
freefall
and
a
cylindrical
corridor
of
fluted
lunar
concrete
,
ringed
with
white
neon
at
two
-
meter
intervals
.
'
Jesus
,
’
Case
said
,
tumbling
.
'
This
is
the
front
entrance
,
’
the
Finn
said
,
his
tweed
flapping
.
'
If
this
weren
’
t
a
construct
of
mine
,
where
the
shop
is
would
be
the
main
gate
,
up
by
the
Freeside
axis
.
This
’
ll
all
be
a
little
low
on
detail
,
though
,
because
you
don
’
t
have
the
memories
.
Except
for
this
bit
here
,
you
got
off
Molly
.
.
.
’
Case
managed
to
straighten
out
,
but
began
to
corkscrew
in
a
long
spiral
.
'
Hold
on
,
’
the
Finn
said
,
'
I
’
ll
fast
-
forward
us
.
’
The
walls
blurred
.
Dizzying
sensation
of
headlong
movement
,
colors
,
whipping
around
corners
and
through
narrow
corridors
.
They
seemed
at
one
point
to
pass
through
several
meters
of
solid
wall
,
a
flash
of
pitch
darkness
.
