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Another 1,667 words and more written, and we see Dayna board her shuttle and take off, distracted from current events by the space-sick traveller beside her, talking to him until his unease subsides before she can return to her own thoughts. Of the aliens, and what they want — nothing, she thinks: the galaxy is so very vast once one can travel between the stars — and then, as they approach the Moon, of her job, of the Solar Police, of the mantle she’s taking up again without ever having quite put down. It’s not a job that you just walk away from and leave behind…

 

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