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The Chilean beach was olive-green and stretched for several kilometers. When the Sun came up, the ground olivine had a glassy luster, glimmering like a spray of sapphires. The sky along the sea’s horizon line glowed orange, and as the Sun floated higher everything overhead became the clearest of blues, the occasional clouds amazing in their variety. Even at night the sky was remarkable—the view even better if she traveled inland, where it seemed she could see every star in the southern sky, including the Magellanic Clouds. Grace raised her arm with the green bracelet, almost the same color as