Gates of Hell
“He opened his eyes and saw the blue wall first, then he felt the weight in his arms. Then he looked at the cold, limp woman he was holding. The boy was called Martin; Pyr remembered that much about his argument with the koltiri. That, and his promise. He remembered a great deal, and very little. He had learned much, but very little of it made sense. It had all been so—subjective.Martin stood nearby, and that was not very far at all inside this small cell. Pyr had just come back from a vast and glorious place to the claustrophobic confines of the outside world. He remembered being on his knees, but now he stood, with the koltiri a dead weight clasped to his chest. He took in a deep breath of recycled air and felt no triumph or joy as it filled pain-free lungs. The absence of pain was a disturbing sensation, like being naked. He felt good, alive, healthy, but mostly he felt sad. Almost annoyed.“Captain?”Pilsane stood in the corridor outside the cell’s open door. Pyr ignored his anxious ...navigator for the moment.MoreLess
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