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Willy Gorky's coming was announced. The Institute for Temporal Research had two hours to prepare.
The atmosphere as Svetz arrived was low-intensity frantic. Hum of techspeak, hum of power, three techs swearing quietly over yellow lights on a display. Some looked up from die Guide Pit as he and Wrona passed. Nobody particularly wanted to talk to Hanville Svetz, but Wrona was still a curiosity.
The Director. saw Svetz in a corner quietly eating a bowl of dole yeast. He said, "Get the dog out."
Svetz nodded and stood. He rubbed Wrona between her ears. "Home," he told