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e Six Directions of Space,” as well as two collections, Galactic North and Zima Blue and Other Stories. “True,” he said—whispered—and drew her to him with an urgency they were sharing only rarely, by then. “Political stability and wealth,” the voice said. “You think you are smart, huh?” He tapped his crossbow.
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