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Again with the light. This time, though, with the splintered stick in the ear. That’s a new one today, he thought. He didn’t say it, however. No, he was too busy screaming. Eventually, the sharp pain ebbed into an aching throb. “Did you act alone?” The deep-voiced Hekayti interrogator, a close companion these past few…
The years did not used to matter at all. In her youth, Comorro had hung low above the sun-smeared horizon of Lotor in a distant age when that planet still had a sky and remained intact. Back then, the most advanced inhabitants of that world swung by their tails from tree to tree, chewing on…
“I never imagined I’d live to see such a thing.” Solas Creek, the plump proprietor of the Lightholder Tavern, stood on the wooden slats of the pub’s front porch, toweling off a pewter mug as he watched the strongbacks pulling on the ropes to bring the statue to its full height of twenty feet at…
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Edo Opo’te, running late again. It could not be helped. He had risen early, before dawn, and had expected his wife to see to the children. But Olana felt ill, so Edo had taken it upon himself to make sure that Nefi and Dyara got their breakfast, gathered up their datapads, and made it to…