The Caedmon Reach resolved out of the dark on the fourth day, and she was beautiful and she was wrong. Beautiful, because a Brae-class hauler was a beautiful thing — a long spine, a great ringed bulk of cradle-decks, a flared engine bell at the stern like the throat of a horn. The shipwrights of forty years ago had built
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