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At least the new clothing wasn’t wet. Beyond that, Rodin could find little to like. The shoes had softer soles than his old boots had uppers, the shirt pulled tightly whenever he raised his arms, and the trousers rubbed if he moved at anything above a slow dawdle.
But this was what people wore in the Dome, all style over substance.
Every step Rodin took grated.
“I believe our first port of call should be at a higher-end boutique,” Cat said, strutting along beside Rodin. “These items speak of a lack of either funds or finesse—not the impression I wish to project. And, quite frankly, they make you look like you have some rare skin disorder. Do stop scratching!”
Rodin sighed. “Don’t know what they made this shirt out of.”
“I’d suggest removing it, but that might draw more a
