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Spinward Arcade and Dorms


Keeli Varge locked the door to her dormitory space, and leaned against the wall. She was trembling, her hands were cold, and it was coming. It was behind her, around every corner. It was hunting her.

Now, her cleverness in coming to Tinsori Light as one of the throng of spacers answering the Traveler’s Aid Notice was revealed as arrant foolishness—even stupidity. She had to leave, leave now, leave before it found her and devoured her.

A ship. For the love of space, she needed a ship! Stealing a ship—but it would see her!

It saw everything.

She darted across the room, and slapped up the comm.

Invictus.”

“This is Director Varge. I must urgently speak to Director Ling.”

“I’m sorry, Director, but Director Ling is dead.”

“What?”

Gods, gods, it had killed Ling! Of course it had. And she was next.

“Director Ling is dead,” the pilot repeated. “Orders, Director?”

“Yes. File for departure. I will be with you soon.”


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