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Cat trailed her fingers through the bowl of stone beads that sat near her elbow. This was a normal practice for her, since she liked to feel their shapes beneath her fingertips, get a sense of their weight, before she began selecting the ones she intended to use in a particular piece. Now, though, she had the feeling she was doing this more to kill time than because she was getting any closer to enlightenment when it came to her current work-in-progress.
Although at the time she’d thought it a good idea for Loc to get out and continue his search for someone with the power to send him home, now she was reevaluating that particular plan. She had all this work to do, and yet all she seemed capable of was sitting here and thinking about what he might be doing at this moment.
Which, she re
