The night stars had changed a little, Kara noted. The constellation she called the running dog was now racing for the southern horizon. The night crew wasn’t practicing now; they were resting, recovering from a harrowing series of adventures she was still working at pulling out of Rades and Hirnar.

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Djaren lifted his head from sheaves of notes and rolled plans to look at the new Trimela, just beginning again. The town was gone, with only some charred rubble to show there had once been buildings. The whole lower part, near the harbor, had been submerged by a huge wave on the night of the eruption. The sea had rushed in and back out again, sweeping the land with silvered bubbles, which had changed all they had touched. Instead of mud, char, and devastation, they had left new growth, flowers, young saplings, and an inlet.

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