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He laughed, not unkindly. "Always the moralist."

The alarms did not sound. Instead, far away, something else tore the quiet—a low keening, a vibration in the air like distant thunder. Chantal paused. Her skin prickled with instinct; her eyes rose to the sky where a smear of metal glinted on the horizon. A transport—no, a battlecruiser—drifted overhead, its shadow passing like a promise. chantal del sol icarus fallenpdf

"Extraction window’s closing. Get the data and get out." He laughed, not unkindly