Chapter 9 (Celeste Rising)
This is not a jackal. It’s not a human head.
Carl looked up from his console.
“I have our expert here,” he said.
“Put her on the screen.”
The emptiness of space on the panoramic screen was replaced by the smiling face of an old lady under a white hair bun. It was like suddenly being dropped o…
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