Mute

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Genres: Fiction
His watch had jumped back five minutes. The indicated time was ninety seconds after the start of the experiment. According to his policy decision, he must have been standing here unmoving for that minute and a half, while his mind explored the near future.Now: if this had been an illusion, a trick, in which the others acted their parts, Finesse would remember, for she had been part of the scene. There was no way she could recompose herself so suddenly after being goosed; the act had been too blatant, and her temper was too volatile. She would be nova-burst furious.Finesse was looking at him curiously, but with no visible antagonism. Is she angry? Knot thought to Hermine.No. Should she be? the weasel asked. Then, picking up Knot’s thought: Ooohoo, naughty man!“What are you two creatures thinking about?” Finesse demanded suspiciously.“Merely a humorous episode occurring in the future,” Knot said.“Then why is Hermine sniggering so?” Indeed, the weasel was rolling on the floor in a spasm ...of unrestrained mirth.MoreLess
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