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| Under the harsh light of an alien world... |
The sound of small, shuffling feet roused Penthesileia from an uneasy, troubled sleep.
She rolled to the other side of her bed and slowly opened her eyes; she saw Heraclea standing bythe bedside in the dim blueish light of the glowstrips. The child’s face was pale white and taut
with fright. Her mouth was half-open, as if her scream had been sucked into the silent void.
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