at first, he
at first, he thought they had chosen suicide, when he noticed another group of kehklik retreating. Slipping through the darkest places between the dunes, a hundred warriors withdrew toward their hive under the silent direction of a single overseer. One group sacrificing itself to allow others to escape what he saw defied his previous understanding of the kehklik. Sytherek memorized the scent of the retreating overseer; anger at his brother faded, replaced by contemplations of possibilities and implications. Kaylen stood on the steering deck of the Wayfarer, his knuckles white against the black wood of the wheel. His shoulders and back ached as waves hammered the ship, twisting it wildly. Dirty grey rain stung his cheeks and fouled his eyes; he could barely
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