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... ow. It was not out of fear of the moon, though, but caution. It had built a large bronze telescope with fine lens that had been made from the clearest glass in the cities that it had sacked, but other than studying the pock-marked surface of Lunariss shield as she carried it through the sky every night or the heavily filtered wandering stars that the sun had become, it learned nothing new. So, it sought to steer well clear of her and her machinations.

Instead, it consulted its servants a ...

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