I’ve counted the seconds since Sevro left. The Proctors have not. I turn to Mustang. “How fast can Sevro run two kilometers?” “A minute and a half, in this gravity, I do believe. Though he’s a little liar, so likely faster.” “And how far is Apollo’s castle?” “Oh, I’d say three kilometers, maybe a little more.” Apollo jumps to his feet, looking around for Sevro. “Splendid,” I say. “Say, Mustang, do you know what I like most about jamFields?” “That no sound can get out?” “No. That no sound can get in.” Apollo disengages the jamField and we hear the howls. They come from the distance, two miles
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