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“At least that way I wouldn’t have to keep telling you there wasn’t anything worth mentioning. Or even every other day . . .’ ‘It’s all right, Fura,’ he said, raising a hand from his charts and papers. ‘I’d rather have a steady stream of no news, believe me. At the very least, it tells me that the bones are still singing. Well, come in and don’t be shy. Whatever you have for me, it can’t be any more of a let-down than that bauble we just opened . . .’ I eased into the room. Connected to both the galley and bridge by separate doors, Trusko’s quarters were done up in reds and golds, properly plush. It was a grander space than the one Rackamore had given himself, and there was something about it that felt more solid and dependable than any other part of the Queenie. ‘You seemed pleased with it, sir, when you came back on the launch,’ I told him.
‘We’d all made it back, and no one had jumped us. That was reason enough to lift my spirits, albeit temporarily.
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