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62316	Brackett, Leigh	Citadel of Lost Ships			.txt	text/plain	12938	1450	97	Campbell could see the _liha_-trees swaying a little in the hot, slow Campbell turned into a path under the whispering _liha_-trees. He turned and came to Campbell, looking at him with opalescent eyes. The old man spread long blue-white hands. green light, and heard a man's deep, soft voice say from the darkness "In other words," said Campbell dryly, "stop being Romany." "Exactly." Marah's yellow eyes were bright and hard, meeting Campbell's. There was an old man's voice, murmuring, "Little people like you, They'd known about the Kraylens long before Campbell had. Campbell said, "They're scrapping some beautiful things these days." Campbell stood still, not moving or speaking, his hard, dark face Campbell looked with dead, dark eyes at the speaker, standing beside And Campbell said swiftly, "Tredrick's "I can think of a lot of things I should have been," said Campbell Tredrick said evenly, "You might as well call them back, Campbell.	./cache/62316.txt	./txt/62316.txt