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438: Last Communion
Lamont made a choking sound and bent to pick the little girl up, but was stopped by the gentle grip of Constance on his shoulder.
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437: Circles of Hell
Each colonist appeared to be lost in his or her own world, making gestures that had no relation to the action of others that happened to be nearby.
436: The Illusion
“The attendants told us that these voices were prayers, supplication, adoration. But they're not, at least not most of them. They're lamentations.”
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435: The Stars Became Their Eyes
"There's plenty to be learned," Constance replied in a tone hardly more than a whisper. "But not by you. By them."
434: Shards of Glass
"What is that?" The apparition asked, looking at Lamont. "We were looking for it. We saw it in you, but you had no conscious memory corresponding to it…
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433: Life As We Knew It
"The bodies!" Lamont recalled, snapping his fingers. "That's why you killed all those poor damned people."

October 2024

432: A Sea of Darkness
"After all this time, you have been sent as a sign—a sign that she is listening, that she is waking!"
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431: How Far Down?
"Serves you right," Constance said flatly. "You gotta stand on your own two feet, or not at all. That's what makes you human."
430: A Human Society
The apparition gazed at this other projection for a long moment, its expression haunted. "Imagine," it said quietly, "civilization at cosmic scale."
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429: Trust Fall
The apparition gave him a wry smile. "Do you suppose that I've been waiting until now to kill you?"
428: Nowhere of Consequence
Beneath them was an abyss to which he could see no bottom, just hundreds of levels of pipes and catwalks, telescoping to a vanishing point.
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