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           Fringeplaces,justpastthebordersoftheSprawl,toofarfromtheall-nightclickandshudderofthehotcore.Therewasthatsamesenseofbeingsurroundedbythesleepinginhabitantsofawakingworldhehadnointerestinvisitingorknowing,ofdullbusinesstemporarilysuspended,offutilityandrepetitionsoontowakeagain.

           Mollyhadslowednow,eitherknowingthatshewasnearinghergoaloroutofconcernforherleg.Thepainwasstartingtoworkitsjaggedwaybackthroughtheendorphins,andhewasn’tsurewhatthatmeant.Shedidn’tspeak,keptherteethclenched,andcarefullyregulatedherbreathing.She’dpassedmanythingsthatCasehadn’tunderstood,buthiscuriositywasgone.Therehadbeenaroomfilledwithshelvesofbooks,amillionflatleavesofyellowingpaperpressedbetweenbindingsofclothorleather,theshelvesmarkedatintervalsbylabelsthatfollowedacodeoflettersandnumbers;acrowdedgallerywhereCasehadstared,throughMolly’sincuriouseyes,atashattered,dust-stenciledsheetofglass,athinglabeled-hergazehadtrackedthebrassplaqueautomatically-`Lamariemisenuparsesclibataires,mme.’She’dreachedoutandtouchedthis,herartificialnailsclickingagainsttheLexansandwichprotectingthebrokenglass.TherehadbeenwhatwasobviouslytheentrancetoTessier-Ashpool’scryogeniccompound,circulardoorsofblackglasstrimmedwithchrome.