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Chapter 10

The thick bulkhead door slid open and Cavillon stepped out of Novum sector and into the

midship vestibule, brow soaked in nervous sweat.

Rake waited on the other side, leaning against the wall.

How did it go?

Good, sir, Kavalon said.

Voice muffled through his visor.

He set the aseum filled jar on the floor at his feet, then released the lock on

his helmet. He lifted it off, and his ears popped as the pressure fully equalized.

Glad to be free of the artificial air, he took a deep breath, but found it tasted just as stale

as the suits oxygen had.

There was a lot of drip left in the line, he continued, more than I expected, all sealed up tight.

He took off his gloves and pocketed them, then pushed up the sleeves of the white purlescent

suit.

He tucked the helmet under his arm, then picked up the jar.

Rakes hopeful visage faltered as she eyed his exposed arms and helmet warily.

He found himself, yet again again afraid that he'd managed to screw up without knowing how.

Everything okay? He asked. She gave a small nod.

Yeah, just deja vu.

Kavalan held the brightly glowing jar toward her like a peace offering.

Rake stared at the aseum and her unsettled look faded.

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