This wasn't the place, but there was something here Marlow would need soon, however long or short soon would turn out to be for her. No flashing lights and music marked the place. (She'd tried those back home and found herself stuck in a Disco Inferno for a whole day). No voice in her head. Just the feeling.
Standing outside the gates, waiting to do this properly instead of just showing up in the front hall, she asked Sydney, "Are they expecting you today?"
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