Encounters
''chamois'' ▫ᴱᴺ｜_encounter｜ENC｜20260903191727-75-•
The door in front of her was old, a carved slab of Thai teak that seemed to have been sawn in half to fit the low doorway. A primitive mechanical lock with a stainless face had been inset beneath a swirling dragon. She knelt, drew a tight little roll of black chamois from an inside pocket, and selected a needle-thin pick. “Never much found anybody I gave a damn about, after that.”
Source: Neuromancer ▫𓂃
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