What turbulence there was, was remote, seemingly far removed from us, a matter only of clouds silently whipped in distant unfelt winds, like rivers, invisible in the night sky, breaking their banks, hurling and flooding in the night, carrying the intangible debris of darkness before them, soon to extinguish the fires of the stars, the swift lamps of the three Gorean moons.

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