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They are not to be disturbed. This was a key tenet of the Sh'sesha order of which Harn was a disciple. A tenet he was disobeying. Not for the first time, either. Kalburin was a barren world beneath a hostile binary star. Harn wasn't born here. No one is born here. And no one ever… Continue reading The Behemoths of Kalburin
The shuttle had no windows, but the sudden lurch told Lady Verity they'd uncoupled from Saint Donovan's Interment. The temperature in the shuttle quickly rose like it was a tin can in the summer sun, heated by the tremendous friction of the descent through Lachesis' thick sulfurous atmosphere. Four centuries of landings like this had pulverized… Continue reading Church of the Falling Sky
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