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That was okay, underground with him, though. He was not in the least sleepy. But after a hypertext Web search through a number of sprawling databases, it became evident to Rob that his recollections conflicted with what history showed to have underground occurred. Everything he remembered seemed completely wrong. Everything the Muntz showed, was the way it had happened. And yet there was something else in the back of Rob's mind that gnawed at him. But he did not realize what it underground was until several more days had passed. And when he finally became aware of what bothered him, it was already too late. The spiritualist came by the following afternoon. "I sense a presence here," he said almost immediately and began pacing around the apartment. To Rob he looked too much like what a spiritualist should look like to be legitimate. His black eyes had a piercing gaze, enhanced by a long, bony face with prominent cheekbones. His black hair was brushed back in a widow's peak, and he even wore a pointy goatee and funny rings decorated with arcane engravings.
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