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CHAPTER 6
As I passed out of the main hall and headed along the back hallway
which would take me to any of a number of stairs, a fellow in black leathers
and various pieces of rusty and shiny chain emerged from a corridor to my
right, halted, and stared at me. His hair was of an orange Mohawk cut and
there were several silver rings in his left ear near what looked like an
electrical outlet of some sort.
"Merlin?" he said. "You okay?"
"For the moment," I replied as I drew nearer, trying to place him,
there in the dimness.
"Martin!" I said. "You're . . . changed."
He chuckled.
"I'm just back from a very interesting shadow," he said. "Spent over a
year there-one of those places where time runs like hell."
"I'd judge-just guessing-that it was high-tech, urban...."
"Right."
"I thought you were a country boy."
"I got over it. Now I know why my dad likes cities and noise."
"You a musician, too?"
"Some. Different sounds, though. You going to be at dinner?"
"I was planning on it. As soon as I get cleaned up and changed."
"See you there, then. We've a lot, of things to talk about. "
"Sure thing, Cousin."
He clasped my shoulder and released it as I passed. His grip was still
strong.
I walked on. Before I'd gone very far, I felt the beginning of a Trump
contact. I halted and reached quickly, figuring it was Coral wanting to
return
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