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Cas woke the instant his brain told him it was five a.m.; unfortunately, he was still in tune with the time on Leihd, and when he checked his chronometer he saw it was a couple of hours earlier on Dormero Station. He was tempted to roll over and go back to sleep, or at least to try to, because he had only gotten about three hours sleep, and was suffering the after-effects of the excessive quantity of alcohol he had drunk at The Razor’s Edge.
He knew it would be a waste of time, though; no matter how much time he spent with his eyes closed he wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep. His brain had decided it was time to get up, so get up he would have to.
The room he had in The Traveller’s Rest was only a little bigger than the bed in which he had slept, so there was no space for him to
