Several people looked at him and headed away from him at speed, while a number of stalls promptly pulled down their shutters and closed for the day. Dacron would have found it depressing if he hadn’t had too much else to worry about; the weight of the books was making him stagger and yet he didn’t dare put them down. He’d just have to hope that the bookseller would be able to help him. He stumbled up to the cart and tapped on the door. There was a long pause and then it opened, inviting him inside. The bookseller was lying on the floor, quivering in pain, his hands clutching the side of his head. It was difficult to tell, but the magic in the cart seemed to be twisting somehow, as if it was adapting to a new reality. A world without Master Faye. Dacron put the books on the nearest stool and knelt down beside the bookseller, reaching out to take his pulse. He seemed to be having a fit of some kind, something that Confederation technology could have cured...
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