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The larger hall was crowded already. Was she running late? Taura looked back over her shoulder as she picked up her pace. How could she be running late -- she'd left her room as soon as the doors had opened, and come straight here.

The disorientation was entirely psychological; not at all like the lurch of a wormhole jump, but her reaction was the same. She shook her head and focused her eyes on what was in front of her, ignoring whether or not her stomach had had a chance to catch up.

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