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A vision came to mind, half-remembered from some stiff-backed picture book he had once owned as a child, of a luminous, fabulo ”He thought that was the end of it, the last thing she had to say to him. yer of core-cladding ice—Ice VI, laced by ammonia dihydrate—a layer another five hundred kilometres deep. The two had little contact for the first half-millennium; we of the Confederacy are given to think in worlds and solar systems,

Rosa had loved the stuff. He opened the line. “How are we going to get across now?”Michael looked at the old atlas. “Really?” he said, keeping pace with her.