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Far more vivid than before.

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You're not supposed to be here.

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Good thing he's deaf or you'd have both of them to contend with.

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Pyjamas, but no slippers. Bet she warms her feet on her husband.

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The world is not where you left it.

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If he moves, might not be a clean kill...

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The city looms behind you like a titan. This is the Quisach quarter, by way of the southeast roundabout.

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Your gaze instinctively turns north, towards the fog and colour of Party Alley.

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The roundabout's wide open. It'd be hard for a tail to not give themselves away.

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She married a man who knows everybody's name and address and has access to their correspondence. Clever, ESTOC.

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Occupying the space of another.

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Cosy and unkempt. Not like the impersonal cleanliness of the doctor's clinic below.

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It looks at home here. Almost reluctant to leave.

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She spends her whole life half-conscious in this recliner. She needs real sleep.

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Around you, hundreds of landlines run up and down the pylon.

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Something different about the projections just now. Against the old Palace of Culture.

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You already know she keeps an apartment in the Housing Campaign. You need only find which one.

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A cross section of the city would be a cliff face eroded by floods, political tides, and fossils of forgotten hardware.

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You just need to find a way in. Look for a fancy callbox.

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That expensive callbox you found checks all the marks. Give that another try.

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That doesn't fly any longer. 'Market trends' were the reason the silk factories closed down, according to Carmuna.

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All that separates you from the cash inside is a little lock. This should be easy.

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All that separates you from the cash inside is a little lock. Shame you don't have a lockpick.

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What little light enters the shack glints off moist surfaces never before exposed to the air.

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She's hovering by a sink full of dirty dishes, offer to help with them.

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He'd gone to ground. Hiding -- or maybe just counting out the days.

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Around you, the barren sterility of a place where near everything of worth has been extracted, leaving only gargantuan ruins and stunted plant life. It's hard to argue her point here.

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Enough time to grow accustomed to new surroundings and start noticing things.

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He must be lost.

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Well-built, Luzian accent. Strategically positioned near the phone. He's one of the Lich's guards.

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The Weeping Eye do not care about knock-off toys. If they're here then something is happening levels above her head.

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A mere four-hour flight, but there are no commercial flights between Portofiro and the Illuminated Empire.

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Elevated, isolated -- a space in which it is possible to live amongst others without descending into worry about their intentions.

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Among listening devices, he's back in his native element, if only for a moment.

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Synaptic routes light up. A grid of variables emerges: timing, sight lines, crowd density...

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Must be the expensive bottle of schnapps the young girl dropped into the water.

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An oddly specific example...

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Again with the railing.

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Again. The railing. It is imbued with some exceptional significance, a symbol whose meaning you cannot parse yet.

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The buildings are old, decaying, but clean. This man is fighting the final battles in a lost war -- polishing broken handrails, painting splintered wood.

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Again with the railing.

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Again. The railing. It is imbued with some exceptional significance, a symbol whose meaning you cannot parse yet.

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An oddly specific example of societal decay...

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Again he returns to that railing, symbol of civilisational continuity.

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Again. The railing. It is imbued with some exceptional significance, a symbol with meaning you cannot parse yet.

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Whoever attended the debaucherous party that was held here should have a good idea of which orifice you should check next.

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Whoever attended whatever it was that went down here should have a good idea of which orifice you should check next.

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With none of the griminess of the surrounding neighbourhood.

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The tunnel, it's everything you imagined it to be.

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The offerings on the shrine altar are a mix of the old and the new -- though the recent additions are fewer in number.