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                 <h1 id="codrin-balancastor-2346">Codrin Bălan#Castor &mdash; 2346</h1>
-<div class="codehilite"><pre><span></span><code><span class="err">Convergence T-0 days, 2 hours, 53 minutes</span>
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 <p>Despite the burst of excitement, the talks remained surprisingly banal. Even when the topic of the Odists&rsquo; deception and the troubles that True Name#Artemis still suffered on Artemis arose, the talks still felt like a political summit. The conference was still a conference, with its cloth-covered table and shitty pens, its uncomfortable chairs and weary participants.</p>
 <p>Ey counted emself among the weariest of them all. Tycho was still in his stride, and Sarah was keeping up well enough, though she remained fairly quiet throughout, focusing on watching rather than speaking or taking notes. Why Ask Questions had proceeded as though the news had never happened, continuing on in her litany of questions around biology and linguistics. In fact, the only one more tired seemed to be True Name.</p>
 <p>There was a tension around the skunk&rsquo;s eyes, a tightness to the cheeks that ever so slightly drew her lips back. Even when she smiled, her expression remained fixed and rigid.</p>
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 <p>Ey watched as the skunk&rsquo;s eyes widened, gaze darting between em, Turun Ka, and the book in Turun Ko&rsquo;s hands, now about half-finished. She sat down heavily on the chair and sagged against the back. &ldquo;Well, fuck me.&rdquo;</p>
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