As Brave-Four-Zero quietly slipped through the night, Kyra dreamed of more innocent times with Papa. Shells riding the midnight waves on the back of Valla’s own famed Dorfels turned her cheeks upward. Even in slumber, her imagination saw the most spectacular things that made others wonder how that brain of hers worked. She didn’t know either, but she was going to need every bit of imagination she could muster on the journey ahead. For now, just sweet slumber.

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