Chapter 18
when all you want is quiet
the world conspires against rest
The whole way home, I couldn’t stop my brain from circling. The Enso. Pearce. Lyell. Nestra. Jonah. The Mudlands. I may have screamed a few times, spewing some rage out towards the heavens. Vowing to stop thinking about any of it.
Failing miserably.
I’d slept fitfully, leaning against my pack under the shelter of a rocky outcrop on top of a mountain. The letters and parcels I’d picked up before leaving Chalinex barely fit in my pack, though few pieces were actually destined for delivery in the old city of Puraimura. Most of the high-priority mail would be sorted and shipped to space via Hokku – Prime simply didn’t harbor many of the “right” kind of clientele, something I was becoming increasingly grateful for.
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