It was clear that the foreigners had skimped on their gold shielding. The other thing which was immediately obvious was that these foreigners had not been on Chalakanesian territory for long. You could tell from the way they were blurry around the edges, as if perpetually on the verge of ghosting. One did ghost, producing a semi-substantial doppelganger. Suddenly there were two of the same person, one real and one not. Each was as surprised as the other. There was an expensive crash as the man who had ghosted dropped an image-stabilizer (not an ordinary Malthus or Burke, but one of the Clapton Synergisers which tech-freak blockmeisters have wet dreams about). [NoP Ch4]

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