Mr. Beardstead

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They drifted from node to node, looked out from cameras mounted on the landing field. An armed frigate and an empty container vessel were all that sat there. It had been six months since resupply. A safety precaution early suggested by the archive, a ruse to enable the Trap.
A Fire Upon the Deep (Zones of Thought, #1)
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