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The psychic storms frightened us all. We didn't know what to think. One moment the frequencies were peaceful, and the next they'd be pure chaos. It's not that the content was horrifying, although it was. What really shook us to the very cores of our souls was the way the storms wiped away nearly all other sensory information. We couldn't see, we couldn't hear, we couldn't feel. I'd heard fisher-folk from Cove tell of being in hurricanes, which sounded so much more tame…
…We waited in the shielded fortress, holding our collective breath. Through small shield perforations, rapathons outside transmitted into the fortress a running account in vivid visual imagery. Imperial Warriors seemed to be overwhelming the Lord Sword's small band. Then, in the thickest of the fighting, the world spli
