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The rest of the group stand beside the lone picnic table, bunched together and silent. “That makes a sort of sense. These were the mouths of wormholes, flaws in spacetime, and the golden shivers were glimpses of other worlds. ”“Amen,” said Lamentation Kane.

The days were hot and humid, the nights were full of noise: leaves rustling, bugs singing, radios playing, people talking on neighboring porches. A line forms in the lobby. A beam weapon scythes across the last fence with a hiss and pop of snapping wire, but Kane has already dropped to the ground outside. He remembered how the seven of them came to their first human village, a village whose hundred simple pe