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Mavra was five years old when her parents emigrated from the ship-colonies. She had witnessed one funeral under the open sky of the True Ocean, stars blazing overhead, voices raised from ship to ship, before her near kin boarded a … Continue reading →

Ever since Landfall, the ship-colonies have traversed the True Ocean. They follow the fisheries and the storm-systems, closely enough to capture rain, not so close as to receive the worst of hurricane winds. Ever since Landfall, the Groves have been … Continue reading →