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Nightshade’s hooves pound across the marshy hills and through the sickly forest. Within minutes, I stand outside the round tent that marks the temporary Pulpitum station. We’d planned to keep it open for a few weeks after evacuation, just in case.
I never thought I’d need it for a rescue mission.
Sliding off Nightshade, I call around. “Walker? Convincing Transfer Central to hide my platform journey won’t be easy. If you’re going to show up, now would be a great time.”
Nothing.
Ah, well. Worth a try. I rush inside the tent.
“Activating temporary station. Lincoln Vidar Osric Aquilus.” From the top center of the tent, a grid of white laser beams crisscross the space, scanning me.
Once again, Cassandra’s voice echoes through the space. “Identity confirmed. You aren’t scheduled for tr
