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“They like gold,” Dink explained, peering across her shoulder, comfortably close. “They’re attracted to it by a chemical tropism, as children are attracted to candy. Toss him back into his tank, Orison. We’d better get you down where you belong.”
Orison brushed the midget crustacean off her finger into the nearest tank, where he joined the busy boil of his fellows. She felt her ring. It was pitted where the Microfabridus had been

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Orison closed her eyes, leaning back into Dink’s arms, listening to the music that seemed on the outermost edge of her hearing. Wildness, storm and danger were its theme, counterpointed by promises of peace and harbor. She heard the wash of giant waves in the song, the crash of breakers against granite, cold and insatiable. And behind this, the quiet of sheltered tide-pools, the soft lub of sea-arms landlocked. “It’s an ancient 杭州桑拿网 song,” Dink said. “The Microfabridae have been singing it for a million years.” He released her, and opened a wood-covered wooden box. He scooped up a cupful of the sand inside. “Hold out your 杭州品茶 hands,” he told Orison. He filled them with the sand. “Throw our singers some supper 杭州约口spa联系方式 for their song,” he said.
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Dink took her to the elevator and pressed the “Down” button. “Don’t come up here again unless I bring you,” he said. “The Microfabridae 杭州滨江区夜网 aren’t dangerous, despite what my brother told you, but some of our processes might involve some risk to bystanders. So don’t take any more tours above the fifth floor without me as your guide. All right, Orison?”
“Yes, Dink.”
The elevator stopped. “Take the lady to her office,” Dink told the bowing, earmuffed operator. “And Orison,” he said, just before the door closed, “I’m really not a Bluebeard. See you this evening.”
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