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HEY. HEY, YOU!”Archer looked over and saw the woman waving enthusiastically at him.It was Liberty Callahan, of the Dancing Birds troupe, sitting at theroulette table. She had changed out of her stage outfit and lost her condorsized feather. While her sparkly dress was tight, her welcoming smile,promising skittish fun with few rules, was even more appealing to Archer.And yet when he more soberly took in her toothy smile and friskyappearance, Archer saw in it prison guards itching to bust his head, chaingangs to nowhere, and food that was not food at all. That was what hadhappened to him the last