The Toa Maiden Escapes
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| "Can ye read naught it say, Bedad?" "Clouded, dim and wrought fine as spider's silk it is, Mobab. But reads it I can and if I scry it right says 'To Recycling Sation' it do." "Recycling Station." No such ship know I as this." "Bosh fool, tis no ship but an ideer of a place that is no more. Think ye of a salvage ship but aground on the land all a-purpose. A vast glowing furnace where the very fires of the earth were hunkered together and there protodermis laid in lakes." "Draw thy head from thy books and help us sunder this booty, thou doting idjit." | |
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