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“THERE IT IS,” Rehan said.
Izramith peered out the window against the glare. Her eyes were gritty from lack of sleep. For now, she couldn’t see much more than mountains, mountains and more mountains. A touch of white stuff coated the mountaintops, but the lower slopes were blinding green, and the sky was unbelievably clear blue. Ceren’s two little moons hung like cut fingernails high above.
Braedon pushed himself from the back seat and clambered over Wairin’s legs. Having no capability to fly or operate any part of the aircraft, Wairin was still asleep, which, in the pilot cabin designed for a crew of four, wasn’t an easy thing to do. Dashu sat in the corner with her reader. She had changed into the Pilot’s Guild uniform, and she would be the one to “assist” the passengers off the cr
