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[someone new appears on the Plane; she's sitting in a manual wheelchair, wearing a sleek black headset, and balanced on her lap are two thin silver rods
for a moment, she looks stunned, but then her expression closes, and when she speaks, her voice is cool and calm]
Azrael? Azrael, do you read me? ...No, I thought not. [she pulls the receiver down so that it hangs round her neck, and begins to move, cautious and alert; her chair rolls silently across the stars, and her gaze moves with sharp precision
she's memorising every inch of it]
for a moment, she looks stunned, but then her expression closes, and when she speaks, her voice is cool and calm]
Azrael? Azrael, do you read me? ...No, I thought not. [she pulls the receiver down so that it hangs round her neck, and begins to move, cautious and alert; her chair rolls silently across the stars, and her gaze moves with sharp precision
she's memorising every inch of it]