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Stephen Case My theory about the clouds was correct, I was sure, but I would no longer have the chance to prove it. The clouds would kill me instead. I had missed the array, caught in a vicious downdraft, and now the only thing I would prove was that the storms of Highship were indeed as dangerous as the guidebooks claimed and the dozens of racers lost each week confirmed. It was no fault of my map. Other maps of the gas giant were studies in futility, attempts to model a three-dimensional froth of cloud that reconfigured itself every moment,