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Weldi clearly dreamed of living on Iryala someday. And never see you again. It was they who would capture readerinterest. In the pale sky, a carrion birdrode an updraft, tilting, watching, silent.

Eightempty folding chairs were crowded in front of a desk. A long five years. It seemed to Jerym that the T'swi was talking as much to himself now asto his listener, examining his perspectives as he voiced them. The two picked up the chest and lugged it inside.