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Rannall said the view wasn’t up to much, but Daventree respectfully disagreed. Oh, it might not be some vast vista encompassing majestic mountains or rolling seas. The ragged forest might be interspersed with dilapidated buildings, and if Daventree turned to the east he might see the start of the boggy, muddy area that—if Rannall’s words were accurate—faded into the bleak coast. There might not be much in the way of colour or excitement, or even much that could be described as attractive, but it was still a view that Daventree returned to as often as he could, for the simple reason that here, only a few short weeks ago, he had seen his first real sunrise, unfiltered by glass. Here, he’d felt the true breeze brush his skin, not the illusion of wind in the Dome, and definitel
