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Ten, Chapter 7Atton Rand shielded his eyes with one black, gloved hand and eyed the sky casually. After a moment, he nodded slightly and turned back to the Exile.Ten, Chapter 7
“Ok,” he said, “It’s bright enough. Take a seat.”
Miriya Vohn complied immediately, dropping into one of the four wrought iron chairs that surrounded the glass table on his balcony. It was a beautiful afternoon, sunny and clear. She relaxed momentarily as the warmth seeped into her shoulders.
The Pilot swooped low and reached with both hands, grabbing the small, purple vial with his right a
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Ten, Chapter 6"When I look at you I see hope for all life..."Ten, Chapter 6
Miriya Vohn took Mical’s hand gently, surveying the damage. The disease had quickly consumed most of the musculature in his limbs. His joints protruded, large and round, surrounded by sunken flesh. It was alarming to her that his once-powerful upper arms had disintegrated to the point of resembling her wrists. She ran her fingers over the raised knots of his knuckles, grimacing at how rough and dry they were. It was like holding the hand of a very old man. The residual warmth was the only sign of life. &nbs
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Ten, Chapter 5“…!!!…”Ten, Chapter 5
That sound…
The Exile grimaced, clutching her pillow around her ears and burrowing further down under the luxurious, Coruscanti bedspread. It was no use; the high-pitched drone tore through everything, burrowing deep into her ear canal. Within moments, she sat bolt upright, furiously flinging the pillow aside. “What HK, WHAT?!” she demanded.
“[Statement]: Why good MORNING Master! What a surprise to find you awake at this hour and…mostly in one piece…”
Teeth grinding, Miriya pulled the c
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Ten, Chapter 4Miriya felt warm and giggly for the first time in recent memory. Her cheeks were flushed and moderately numb, her hair had loosened slightly from its braiding and she was noticing, seemingly for the first time, the distance from her eyes to her toes. Each one stood proudly upwards far away at the end of her outstretched legs. Waggling them slowly, they appeared to be waving a brief hello to her. Stifling a giggle, she mentally returned their greeting and pulled her attention to back to Atton. He was sitting diagonally across from her, cross-legged and with his back against the foot of theTen, Chapter 4
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