Half-devoured by time. That can be good, you know. It was a gleaming copper color, perhaps ten meters long, with a smallish cockpit upfront for the pilot-captain and the navigator. He wet his lips.
Sornnn was with her. Greenish moonslight slanted through the open sides of the Ancestor Tent, the combined energy of thethrong sizzled, heating the tent like a photon reactor. They were not random, she saw, but resolved themselves into spirals that descended into thecenote. Regent, I want you to reach into this hole.
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