BELISARIUS HAD THREE days to back out. He didn’t have the first clue as to how to move a fleet of warships across the Puppet Axis. It actually sounded like a great way to get killed, but he needed something complicated. His restless brain gnawed on all sorts of problems he didn’t want it touching whenever he didn’t give it enough to do. So he crossed the Puppet wormhole on one of their commercial transports and stepped off at Port Stubbs, three hundred and twenty light years from the Puppet Free City. He hadn’t brought much equipment, just a dozen sets of entangled particles stored in the
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