anointing one after another, with no discernible pattern. Every season we follow its leading, then we land, and scavenge.” “Why?” Akos murmured back. We cull each planet’s wisdom and take it for our own, Otega had said, crouched down beside me at one of our lessons. And when we do that, we show them what about them is worthy of their appreciation. We reveal them to themselves. As if in response to the memory, the currentshadows moved faster beneath my skin, surging and receding, the pain following wherever they went. “Renewal,” I said. “The scavenge is about renewal.” I didn’t know how else to
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