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... rampart, staring at nothing.
Or maybe not nothing.
Maybe patterns only a three-hundred-year-old mind could see in the pre-dawn darkness—troop movements that hadn’t happened yet, tactical probabilities written in the shape of distant hills.
"You don’t sleep," Liam observed.
"Sleep is inefficient. Four hours every seventy-two maintains cognitive function. I slept six hours ago." Thrak didn’t turn. "You, however, have not slept in forty-one hours. Cognitive degradati ...
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