Spectator was the word. It led into a chamber like something from a nightmare, weakly lit by two small tubes, one next to the companionway, the other above a gauge ofsome kind. At Blue Forest, he reminded himself, they'd spent anight in the snow without any panels at all. Esenrok went limp with thewave of fear that washed through him.
The other pushed her in after him. Murder or not, I suppose you know what's likely to happen to you. She felt it, barely, but she was sure. He knew them, too, and knew he'd been recognized.
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