“When no one claimed responsibility, Torin snorted and ducked another pipe. The only passage leading away from the last vertical headed starboard in a series of fifty-six-meter diagonals no more than a meter wide, crossed and recrossed by pipes in a variety of diameters and colors. The lowest pipes were about shoulder height on Torin, the highest disappeared into darkness two or three levels up. Some of them were warm to the touch. Some of them made noise. The lack of space had taken them down t...o two stretcher-bearers. At each corner, they had to lift Captain Travik’s head until his body was nearly vertical in order to get him around the forty-five-degree angle. Various vital signs would fluctuate during the maneuver, but as they always returned to more or less the same position afterward, Torin figured they weren’t doing much damage. Not that they had any choice. On the upside, the civilians, now behind the stretcher party, got a series of short rests. Harveer Niirantapajee was visibly flagging and even the Katrien were saving most of their breath for walking.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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