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Kaira and Tarkus followed Marak through the twisting alleyways for long minutes. Kaira once again had the feeling there once would have been a much more direct route, one that had now been blocked by completely unregulated construction. Finally they emerged into an area where normality reigned and the corridors were straight.
“We’re close to the edge of the tower here,” Marak said. “I know this great restaurant with views of the gliders flying. I’m sure you’ll love it.”
Kaira almost asked how they could possibly see anything through the thick atmosphere. Marak glanced back at that moment and must have spotted the thought from the expression on her face.
“The atmosphere is thick,” he said. “But a lot of the gliders don’t go far from the tower. If you get out far enough that yo
