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MIKANDRA WAITED while Jocassa walked off in the direction of a group of huge trees to the right. In the shadow of the trees, there was a market, judging by the colourful canvas stalls. She probably wouldn’t see him anymore.
A couple of groups of passengers walked past her and she caught snatches of conversation.
A man said, “. . . You said they’d keep the room until today?”
And a woman in the next group said, “. . . they had only a pile of bricks up at the entrance when I left.”
Her companion said, “I don’t understand why they don’t just pull the entire thing down. It’s such a dump.”
“They’re attached to their heritage . . .”
The next group of people spoke in strong Bendaran dialect and she had trouble understanding them.
All these people filed past her into a street on the oppo
