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Transient Docks


It was chilly on the docks, and the lights produced a red glare overhead.

Shan helped Priscilla out of the car, retrieved the picnic basket, and stood with his hand on the door.

“Are you still content with your bargain, Captain?”

She raised her eyebrows.

“Are you in the habit of second-guessing your work, Master Trader?”

He huffed a laugh.

“I deserved that.”

He closed the door, dismissed the car, and turned, offering his arm.

She took it, and they walked up the ramp together.

“Will you open for us?”

“Of course.”

He bowed her ahead of him when the hatch opened, pausing on the threshold for a moment, looking up at the hard red glow, feeling the sweet, bright sparkle of the Gift at his core. Then, lest he seem to be hesitating, he stepped into the shuttle.

The hatch closed behind him.


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