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Viator 2Chapter 1: Frauzeer, Qua’ari “Illika, Illika!” called a young girl as she ran down the cobblestone street, sandals clicking rhythmically, white dress billowing behind her. Ahead, another girl, this one a teenager, stopped to wait for her sister. She tapped her red heel on the ground impatiently. The younger one, finally having caught up, gripped the crimson fabric of her sister’s dress and brushed her dark brown hair from her equally dark eyes.Viator 2
In these eyes, the childish panic of falling behind was still clearly visible, and she was badly shaken. “I can’t keep up,” she panted, “
Viator 1Prologue: Do-minoh, DomusViator 1
A man about his mid-twenties stood alone in a locked room. The curtain was drawn over a view of a great city, one larger than ever seen on Earth. The only light shone dimly from a desktop lamp, reflecting off his slender, ice-blue eyes. Papers were scattered about the desk, talking of business, product, and profit. But his mind was elsewhere.
It blazed with questions no one should have to contemplate. He pondered prophetic lore told throughout the ages and across the galaxy, words that traveled through the breaches of space and time. He ran a clawed hand through his long, grey hair and a str
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