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           Therewasaplainofblackmirror,thattilted,andhewasquicksilver,abeadofmercury,skitteringdown,strikingtheanglesofaninvisiblemaze,fragmenting,flowingtogether,slidingagain...

           `Case?Mon?’

           Themusic.

           `Youback,mon.’

           Themusicwastakenfromhisears.

           `Howlong?’heheardhimselfask,andknewthathismouthwasverydry.

           `Fiveminute,maybe.Toolong.Iwan’pullth’jack,Mutesehno.Screengoin’funny,thenMutesehputth’phonesonyou.’

           Heopenedhiseyes.Maelcum’sfeatureswereoverlayedwithbandsoftranslucenthieroglyphs.

           `An’youmedicine,’Maelcumsaid.`Twoderm.’

           Hewasflatonhisbackonthelibraryfloor,belowthemonitor.TheZionitehelpedhimsitup,butthemovementthrewhimintothesavagerushofthebetaphenethylamine,thebluedermsburningagainsthisleftwrist.`Overdose,’hemanaged.

           `Comeon,mon,’thestronghandsbeneathhisarmpits,liftinghimlikeachild,`Ian’Imus’go.’