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- The walls here were raw steel, striped with rough brown ribbons of epoxy where some kind of covering had been ripped away. Sheβd hidden from a work crew, crouching, the fletcher cradled in her hands, her suit steel-gray, while the two slender Africans and their balloon-tired workcart passed. The men had shaven heads and wore orange coveralls. One was singing softly to himself in a language Case had never heard, the tones and melody alien and haunting.
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- Neuromancer ch 17
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