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Into
Maelcum
’
s
stare
.
'
You
dead
awhile
there
,
mon
.
’
'
It
happens
,
’
he
said
.
'
I
’
m
getting
used
to
it
.
’
'
You
dealin
’
wi
’
th
’
darkness
,
mon
.
’
'
Only
game
in
town
,
it
looks
like
.
’
'
Jah
love
,
Case
,
’
Maelcum
said
,
and
turned
back
to
his
radio
module
.
Case
stared
at
the
matted
dreadlocks
,
the
ropes
of
muscle
around
the
man
’
s
dark
arms
.
He
jacked
back
in
.
And
flipped
.
Molly
was
trotting
along
a
length
of
corridor
that
might
have
been
the
one
she
’
d
traveled
before
.
The
glass
-
fronted
cases
were
gone
now
,
and
Case
decided
they
were
moving
toward
the
tip
of
the
spindle
;
gravity
was
growing
weaker
.
Soon
she
was
bounding
smoothly
over
rolling
hillocks
of
carpets
.
Faint
twinges
in
her
leg
.
.
.
The
corridor
narrowed
suddenly
,
curved
split
.
