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Chapter Three-2
The doorway led from the hangar into a small office; its stone walls providing some protection from the sun. The room was several degrees cooler than the outside air even with multiple windows open. Byron noticed maps and charts tacked across the walls. The lone shelf in the room was stacked several feet high with rolled parchments, the light breeze causing the papers to rustle. The row of gauges and computer screens to his left reminded Byron of his history lessons as a child. Cassan technology had advanced so far since those early days. The personnel in the room stood at attention until the prefect signaled for them to resume their work. Their Tgren escort pulled two chairs together and Orellen indicated for Anceptor to take a seat. Byron stood to one side, his hands clasped behind his
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