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THE SHUTTLE touched down not much later. Passengers started moving around as soon as the downward jets cut out and the craft sank on its landing gear.
The doors opened and let fresh and dry air into the cabin. A bit like Miran but not as cold.
From the cabin, passengers left the craft over a raised walkway that slowly sloped to the building, a huge glass façade that reflected the deep blue sky and the pavement with its neat pattern of signals and lines.
Mikandra peered at the section on the other side of the space enclosed by the building’s two arms. This area was a gaggle of small craft that extended past the wing of the building. All of them carried the Trader Guild symbol. Each licence holder had their own designated area, a neatly painted square on the pavement, with broad lanew
