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Sparrow and Gert half walked, half ran back through the labyrinth of corridors to the now pleasantly soothing hum of voices that was the marketplace. Scout set Shadow back down to walk, but that meant keeping a slower pace. Sparrow didn’t seem to mind. She liked promenading down the street with Gert beside her. The big black dog drew lots of attention and Sparrow soaked it all up like a sponge.
“He’ll be in here,” Sparrow said, ducking through a narrow doorway. Scout was afraid it would be another drinking establishment like the one in the black market back on Amatheon Orbiter 1, the one she had been in when Sparrow’s brother Hal had been murdered. But once her eyes adjusted to the dim light beyond the doorway, she realized it was something quite different.
The space was cluttered wi
