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           TheuglinessofthedoorstruckCaseasshereachedforit.Notthedooritself,whichwasbeautiful,orhadoncebeenpartofsomemorebeautifulwhole,butthewayithadbeensawndowntofitaparticularentrance.Eventheshapewaswrong,arectangleamidsmoothcurvesofpolishedconcrete.They’dimportedthesethings,hethought,andthenforceditalltofit.Butnoneofitfit.Thedoorwasliketheawkwardcabinets,thehugecrystaltree.Thenheremembered3Jane’sessay,andimaginedthatthefittingshadbeenhauledupthewelltofleshoutsomemasterplan,adreamlonglostinthecompulsiveefforttofillspace,toreplicatesomefamilyimageofself.Herememberedtheshatterednest,theeyelessthingswrithing...

           Mollygraspedoneofthecarveddragon’sforelegsandthedoorswungopeneasily.

           Theroombehindwassmall,cramped,littlemorethanacloset.Graysteeltoolcabinetswerebackedagainstacurvingwall.Alightfixturehadcomeonautomatically.Sheclosedthedoorbehindherandwenttotherangedlockers.

           THIRDLEFT,pulsedtheopticchip,Wintermuteoverridinghertimedisplay.FIVEDOWN.Butsheopenedthetopdrawerfirst.Itwasnomorethanashallowtray.Empty.Thesecondwasemptyaswell.Thethird,whichwasdeeper,containeddullbeadsofsolderandasmallbrownthingthatlookedlikeahumanfingerbone.Thefourthdrawerheldadamp-swollencopyofanobsoletetechnicalmanualinFrenchandJapanese.