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MIKANDRA LEFT the Trader Guild building at dawn and walked through the streets which hid under a cover of pristine snow.
The building that was the terminal of the Miran airport lay outside the city wall. It was a low complex that spanned the side of the air field closest to the city. By the time Mikandra got there, a lot of people were already going into the building, dragging heavy bags over the icy ground. Overnight more snow had fallen on top of the half-melted and frozen snow from yesterday. It made for slippery ground, but fortunately, the snowfall had stopped.
Mikandra opened the door and let herself into the low-ceilinged hall and the crowds within. Inside it smelled humid, but cold, of damp stone and damp fur, like it did in the hospital. The floor was wet from people bringin
