Аннотация
Two fearsome shapes, dark and symmetrical.
Like the clawed, half-opened hands of a giant, one reached up from the deck, the other was suspended from the overhead. Each was the other’s mirror image. Rising from the deck along the bulkheads were three arches, spaced at 120-degree intervals. They were broad at their bases and narrowed as they curved upward to meet at the top half of the device.
Xiong stared agape at the machine, which pulsed with ruby hues of power. It was a miniaturized replica of the artifacts found on Erilon and Ravanar. “Commander Terrell?”
After a few seconds, he received a stunned reply. “Yes?”
“Please tell me you’re seeing this.”
“Oh, we’re seeing it, all right,” Terrell said. “We’re just not believing it.”
“Believe it,” Xiong said, swelling with the pride of true accomplishment. He was about to say something more, something congratulatory to his comrades aboard the Sagittarius...
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