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THE LOST CITY OF LOS ANGELES
“It is. Also, I like your face. It evidenc-es curiosity and sadness and hope and it is pleasant to look upon. Even though its color is sickly.”
“I was forced to be inside, out of the sun for a long, long time,” I said. “But I tan rath-er well.” I was very pleased indeed that she’d apparently decided there was a place for me in her tribe. I wanted to join Calli and her people. Anything but the Unisphere. And she made the tribe especially appealing to me.
We rounded the curve in the road and stopped in front of a barrier.
It was made of rusted steel, and it only blocked part of the road. We could eas-ily have walked around it, except for the two muscular armed men on the other side. They wore billed caps made of some rudely tanned skin. Their lips had
