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“His eyes reflected the light from the hall; behind him, beyond the void, the stars burned in the enduring points; far beyond them, a telescope could have seen the maelstrom of the link, and a million more stars beyond that; and this tiny station spinning around a tiny jeweled planet like the fulcrum of the universe.”

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Winter’s Orbit

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