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why are you looking for dust?"
She looked at him coldly. "I might tell you sometime," she said.
"All right. But how are you going to look for it?"
"I'm going to find a Scholar who knows about it."
"What, any scholar?"
"No. An experimental theologian," she said. "In my Oxford, they were the ones who knew about it. Stands to reason it'll be the "We call them electric."
"Electric… that's like electrum. That's a kind of stone, a jewel, made out of gum from bees. There's insects in it, sometimes."
"You mean amber," he said, and they both said, "Anbar…" same in your Oxford. I'll go to , because Jordan had the best ones.""I never heard of experimental theology," he said."They know all about elementary particles and fundamental forces," she explained. "And anbaromagnetism, stuff like that. Atomcraft.""What—magnetism?""Anbaromagnetism. Like anbaric. Those lights," she said, pointing up at the ornamental streetlight. "They're anbaric."