The Ascension Factor: Pandora Sequence

by Frank Herbert

  I’ll be known as “the old man of the high reaches,” I suppose, Twisp mused.

  All was quiet in the settlement below. The glow that had swelled out of the sea and encompassed Kalaloch now sank back to the sea. A cool shimmer remained, ghostlike, at the surface. Two moons and a skyful of stars beamed down on Twisp’s gray head. An occasional cheer broke the silence, and Twisp listened as the tinkling sounds of nighttime laughter rent the ancient cloak of death and fear.

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