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The orange rooftop dissappeared behind the treeline. The crystal brook
bid adieu. Astira stepped lightly along the rocky path, her mesh
backback gently rocking to & fro on her clean white blouse. Tarin
followed just behind, munching on a Power Bar. Their mountain trek
would finish at the Valloire Inn. Life = Good,
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The Count of Monte Sano rose before the break of day. From the small
balcony adjoined to his room at the Valloire Inn, he beheld a mountain
panaroma gradually emerge into the full light of day, a morning moon
leaving a soft white trace on the fresh blue sky. How is it, he
thought, that so many people in the cities were oblivious to the
beautiful grandeur of the mountains & the sea? It was here that the
Count felt grounded in reality, & framed in a natural & proper
perspective to all of creation. In fact, when engaged in pleasure or
business in the major cities of the galaxy, he always felt that he was
in two places at the same time- his body connected to the city, but
his spirit breathing in the fresh thin air of the mountains. This
everpresent body & spirit were the two faces of his life. But here, in
Valloire, these two faces became just one face.
But, in the matter of multiple faces, what had become of the Rogue
Trader?
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Astira's eyes gradually closed in the soft white moonlight as she
drifted into a light sleep, her head resting on Tarin's shoulder. The
fresh mountain air felt chilled- but not cold - & Tarin gently placed
his hand over Spotz so as to provide a modicum of warmth. He then
eased back in their camping chair and wondered about tomorrow.
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Beta & Toran listened intently to John Atoms, his eyes illumined in
the flickering light of a white candlestick supported in a silver
holder.
"The new running mate is a daring choice- imagine a woman from the
wilderness with no conventional political ties or ambitions, walking
into town and ending up nominated to run for the High Council on
Terminus! She has a reputation as a reformer and free trader, but many
question the depth & breadth of her knowledge & experiance. That's her
situation- in a nutshell," and John Atoms paused & took a drink of his
wine, looking up at Toran & Beta.
"Well, what are her chances?" asked Toran, his arm around Beta.
"I think they are good because she has a good heart- & common sense, a
rare combination in our time. After all, search technology puts all of
knowledge at your fingertips & provides the ability to communicate
with experts in any field. Add in common sense & you can make good
decisions."
Later that evening, Toran & Beta watched the moon rise over the
mountain at Valloire, covering the mountain in a soft white veil.
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