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The god spread hisbandaged arms before the great casket. He had been living in this particular Thargor-sim forso long now, his other existence had begun to seem like the pretense. In a day full ofastonishments, this seemed one too many. But now the study of Otherland had changed his Poetry Garden into something barelycomprehensible--a

it's real! Did you not know? Nandi asked. But if he had been, he made no mention of it, or gave any sign at all. It was similar to the scorn he had felt for those who pretended to practice his own special art,but who did it only in VR, and with simulated victims--they faced no reprisal, feared no law. Christabel, you're scaring me.