Living’s just material. And I passed myself off as Meysey Hill, and since—then—I haven’t had a minute’s peace. Lucy sprinted to one side to avoid the crash and grabbed at Rhea’s solitary patch of yellow hair, which ripped out loosely in one decayed piece like strands of rotten corn silk. It was long and narrow, a well-lit, wellventilated, quiet gallery of small tables and sinks, pervaded by a thin smell of methylated spirit and of a mitigated and sterilized organic decay. The joy that filled her veins with throbbing fire urged her to rise and go swinging and whirling and dipping. ’ Roding allowed that he had a point, and followed him as he began to mount the stairs.
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