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Pythagora
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Tavon
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On the way back from the Agakuren palace, we pass several of the same shops we saw earlier and then happen upon one I didn’t notice.
It looks like a thrift shop, and most of the clothes seem really plain. When I look closer at the holographic sign hovering above it, I spot the words: “Weighted Clothing.” There’s one robust clerk standing behind both a card and Kom Cell e-reader and wearing a brown apron that digs into the skin at the base of his neck. He’s sweating with the effort to stand, but he grins and perks up as we approach.
“Excuse me,” I ask, “do you guys really sell clothes with weights in them?”
“Yep,” he replies with enthusiasm, “but the alloy we use is actually melted down and threaded between the fibers of the clothing. They’re
