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Silver light washed the mountains, paled them so they gleamed with cosmic metal. Stars beyond twinkled across the blue-to-black night sky while the white sands of the mountain where he stood were lit garish white-blue-purple. Songs flowed through his head, half-remembered and almost heard. Old nostalgic dance music from a youth spent in clubs and warehouse …

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Lalslan prepared for his shuttle. He was beyond ready; he’d been waiting for days in the quarantine facility. Its tiny metal halls, racks of supplies, potted plants, robotic attendants, racks of cryogenic tanks holding surplus bodies- he knew every inch of it by now, and it was driving him absolutely out of his mind. He’d …

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Tale of diUmbria, Chapter 2

    Weeks later, Captain diUmbria sat in a tavern in Ragusa, his charts laid out on the table before him. A meal of rum and boullabaisse sat half gone to one side, and a squat lantern cast softly flickering illumination. For a long while he had sat there, resting his bones. His bones were weary …

The Youngest Son, Captain Olpendurf's Ship

Tale of diUmbria, Chapter 1

Their captain was known as diUmbria, it wasn’t his name, but he was from Assisi. He had come down from the ancient hilltop town to the coast and bought himself a ship. Now he plied the Adriatic and beyond, hawking wares in every port from Venice to Ragusa, Zadar to Naples. Now he was fairly …

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Journal of Gordon Ogle – Day 13

So Just as I am thinking about packing it up and just putting it all behind me, getting off the surface and back to orbit asap, this guy comes running up to me. Name is Dillon Gold, he’s wearing a sort of psuedo-military uniform. He asks me a few questions, then asks if I don’t …

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Journal of Gordon Ogle – Day 12

<–Previous Damn shit damn shit damn. Ahh… I can’t let this go. That girls going to get eaten alive out here, and that’s not just an expression. Where could she be? I searched all day yesterday, she ain’t in town. Shit. She could be anywhere. Why didn’t I stay? Why do I care? Shit. Something …

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Journal of Gordon Ogle – Day 11

<–Previous Got back into that first town. Turns out that girl got outta surgery two days ago. They released her and she just walked off. No one knows where. Should I have stayed? I don’t know. I don’t know. Guess I’ll look around, ask around a bit, see if anyone noticed. Its not likely though. …

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Journal of Gordon Ogle – Day 10

<–Previous Sunset is coming on. One of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. You don’t reailze it, growing up in the shells, what a real Earth sky is like. Sure I’ve seen pictures, but wow the colors are unreal. Though of course they are more real than most of what I’ve spent my life …

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Journal of Gordon Ogle – Day 9

<–Previous Found some beer. Drank it. Not as good as it could be. Decided to head out of town, the map shows that I can go south and arc back around to the med camp where the girl is. I guess I should go back. Two other small settlements are on the way. The first …

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Journal of Gordon Ogle – Day 8

<–Previous Considering heading back to check on that girl before I go much further out. Hard to say. Could be wastin my own precious time carin for a stranger. Risking my life to head back there now. I decide to head back tomorrow, after I see if there’s anything else of use I can get …