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Derek Künsken “Well, it’s not ghosts, Miss Zhu,” the doctor said, smiling. Jiayi found it hard to appreciate his humor. She’d never said it was ghosts; that had simply been the easiest way to describe sounds no one else could hear. “Is the graft salvageable?” Doctor Ma studiously wiped his glasses. He was completely human. No grafts, not even to repair his eyes. Maybe that was why he was stuck here with them, in the upper clouds of the gas giant Drachenhöhle—he couldn’t do better. Although being entirely human, he still might integrate back into the main colony, if he