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Her Hand in Mine (Chapters 1-2)
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I would never have believed that on the day that Sar’vana returned to my life, I would begin to die. It wasn’t real death; no, my life was in no danger of ebbing away, but it was a death nonetheless. Slowly, irrevocably, the man that I was faded away, bit by bit, becoming ever more a stranger to Zynj, the planet of my birth. It was a death for which I am eternally grateful. Bit by bit, I was reborn, free of my world’s constraints, and came into possession of all that I ever needed. I became whole and complete, healed of a disease I never even knew I had.
I saw the ship landing on the day it began, at the tail end of a dust storm that had my convoy grounded for a full hour. The craft was unmistakably Felyan; I had seen them before in videos, but it had been years since I’d gotten to look at an actual one, ten full years, to be exact It was just like I remembered: a tapered bullet with no visible gun or exhaust ports upon its shining surface