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Quality folk. Orlando nodded. He looked like someone who had been chewing khat, exalted and buzzing like adowned power line. In his long years of imprisonment he had sought itout as other prisoners sought out drugs or religious certainty, and he had used it to shapeeverything he made and everything he thought.
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