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26 October 2013 @ 08:11 pm

Ren left the ship on a day when the setting moon was barely a sliver in the sky. The Doctors made their rounds at the village only when the moon was full; Ren should be able to make her trip without being discovered. Just in case, she slung a gauzy white scarf around her neck. It never did much against the heat of the day, but it worked well enough to stop strands of her hair from catching in the wind and hide her face in shadow.

The ship lay a mile below the coast, impaled on a great spear of rock that drove through the center and kept the ship from tumbling down the cliff. The metal had rusted so badly that it was identical in color to the surrounding rock and indiscernible when looking down from the coast. Ren wouldn’t have found it at all if she hadn’t been climbing down the cliff, desperate for a place to hide, and lost her footing on a loose rock. She had fallen off the cliff face, eyes slammed shut with certainty of death, when she had landed right on the stern deck. Her back had ached for a full moon cycle after that, but a bit of pain was nothing in exchange for six years of refuge.

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