It followed, then, that what they fearedmost was change, change from within. But just in case . The air was faintly yellow, thick and redolent with thecommingled scents of a hundred spices. Crouched against the aft starboardbulkhead, she rested the triple barrel of the ion cannon on the top lip.
I smell a Thrip. He lied about other things. This was theseventh Kundalan he had interrogated today. And still sheclimbed, the thin air sawing in and out of her lungs.
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