The agent folded the papers and handed them back. The other agent finished examining his bag and snapped it shut. “You’re free to go. Enjoy your stay, sir.”

Arrin picked up his bag and strode into the main spaceport. He was certain he would be called back by the customs agents, having realized his deceit, so he didn’t relax until he rounded the corner and was out of their sight. Then he had to sit down, for his legs were rubbery and he couldn’t breathe. He cursed himself for a coward, and vowed to avoid doing anything like this ever again.

After he’d regained his equilibrium, he picked up his bag and blended in with the other hurrying passengers. He came upon a souvenir shop and stopped in to buy a pair of dark sunglasses and a navy blue baseball cap wit...

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