When they stepped onto the open platform at Thule Station, warm wind flushed from the east. The clouds had shattered under an ivory moon. Gravel and granite silvered the broken edges. Behind was the city’s red mist. Before, on broken night, rose the black Morgue. They went down the steps and walked quietly through the stone park. The garden of water and rock was eerie and empty. Nothing grew here. At the door slabbed metal without external light blotted the darkness. “How do you get in?” the Officer asked, as they climbed the shallow steps. Rydra lifted the Captain’s pendant from her neck and
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