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[Daiquiris H. Marianne]

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Apparently even the fierce light of the thermite had gone unobserved in the downpour. I also thought it was rather uncharitable of him since the unlucky Zina had been supporting him by practicing a trade that most women shun. The dockyard commander showed me the ship, and made a noble effort to control his curiosity. My leg could work now, though it hurt hideously. Captain Steng won by a nose, it was his ship and he knew all the shortcuts. All my secondary suspects turned out to be simple forgeries, not individuals. Forcing a bit of control, I ordered my thoughts, checking off a mental list. O.