![]() ![]() ![]() A man from the Dipple had three choices for a cloudy future. To live there was a badge of inferiority. To the south was the Dipple, a collection of utilitarian, stark, unattractive housing. To the east, fronting on the spaceport, was the part of Tikil in which lay the warehouses, shops, and establishments of the thousands of businesses necessary for the smooth running of a pleasure city, this exotic bloom where three-quarters of the elite of a galactic sector gathered to indulge their whims and play. To the north and west Tikil was an exotic bloom on a planet that had harbored wealth almost from the year of its first settlement. Tikil was really three cities loosely bound together, two properly recognized on the maps of Korwar’s northern continent, the third a sore-rather than a scar-of war, still unhealed. ![]()
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