Robert Reed 1 Certain stories were universal. For instance, every entity riding the Great Ship was convinced that they were the most vital character inside a vast, mostly joyous epic. Passengers, crew, and all of the lucid software belonged to a narrative that endured for more than a thousand centuries. But the world-sized vessel carried a secret cargo. An entire world named Marrow waited at the core, and the captains who went to explore Marrow were marooned there. That’s where they built the civilization that eventually climbed home again, which was when an entirely different story took hold. Chaos. That

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