From: [[]] Mist coalesces into drizzle. Shelter under a beaten copper arch. A discussion of a tattooist. [Find the rest of the story at ] __NOEDITSECTION__
[…] 'So, you say she's alive? But someone has taken a great deal of trouble to suggest that she is dead. […]She's probably heading to the Surface. The Masters will be displeased. […] we can't tell Mr. Clathermont just yet. Bad for business. […]'
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