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A Quiet Ship
Jem stood in the cargo hold, listening. The Tanager was quieter than she had been in years, and he was missing them already. He’d grown accustomed to voices distantly chattering, a dog’s occasional bark, or whuffles of greeting, and it seemed like a dead silenc…
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