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beyond his preferences for personal recreation. Watching Brown and the Drakh at work, Galen and Isabelle had deduced that Brown was just a front man. He seemed to spend only a few hours each afternoon in the building. He followed orders, was paid well, and actively cultivated a lack of curiosity. Between him and the Drakh there was no talk of Shadows.

"I'm getting more of that interference," Isabelle said.

Galen accessed the probes in the Drakh's building. The Drakh was in the same dim room where he'd met with Ko'Vin.

Brown had left for the day. In the long-wavelength light, the Drakh was a bright red figure against a dimmer red background. The angle was disorienting, since the probe was on the floor. It felt as if Galen were lying on the ground, looking up at the Drakh. Bursts of static interrupted the picture irregularly, sometimes affecting all of the image, sometimes just part of it.

They'd been getting the interference off and on since the probes had been planted. They'd tried various things to eliminate it, but it seemed to come and go of its own accord. They could find no power source, radiation, or object that corresponded to it.

The Drakh went into his sleeping chamber, and as Galen transferred to the probe in that room, the interference vanished. The Drakh took off his robe, folding it neatly on top of the pile of identical robes, and lay down on the mat. It was only 6 p.m., but the Drakh seemed to be on his own schedule. If the last day and a half was typical, he went to sleep around this time and woke up around 1 a.m. With no windows on the basement level, he wasn't tied to the sun's cycle.

"Why does he do it?" Galen asked, ending contact with the probe and picking up a conversation they'd begun earlier in the day.

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