The pieces ofthe cracked exomatrix came away like the carapace of an armored beast. She wondered what he was thinking. Marethyn brought up the rear. You're sure you're nottired, Tettsie.
And then he let go of everything: his guilt, prejudices, anger, impatience, frustration, uncertainty. The abbey itself, sacked decades before by the V'ornn invaders, was half-burned and crumbling whenthey had first come upon it. He was in the center of the Gyrgon inner sanctum,the dark heart of the V'ornn Modality's dreams, and of its secrets. If wedo not act immediately, it will be too late.
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