Mr. Beardstead

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Yes, there were blindspots, carefully installed from the beginning, and not by the humans. Two had been born here. Itself … and the poison, the reason for its fall of old. The newborn inspected itself as never before, knowing now just what to seek. Destroying, purifying, rechecking, searching for signs of the poison, and destroying again. Relief. Defeat had been so close, but now
A Fire Upon the Deep (Zones of Thought, #1)
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