The stars are silent. Voyager among dark harbors, I listen, but the midnight wind carries only the sound of… — Jack Mcdevitt
The stars are silent.
Voyager among dark harbors, I listen, but the midnight wind carries only the sound of trees and water lapping against the gunwale and the solitary cry of the night swallow.
There is no dawn. No searing sun rises in east or west. The rocks over Calumal do not silver, and the great round world slides through the void.
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