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Mags found him on the fourth night. She read the explanation on his slate. Her face went pale.

He wrote back to Mags: She is real. She is mine. nak-il tano

He dragged the sphere to the surface. Mags saw his face and didn't ask questions. She just handed him the slate. Mags found him on the fourth night

For the first time in eleven years, Nak-Il heard sound. But it was not one sound. It was a billion of them. Every conversation, every song, every argument, every whisper that had ever been transmitted through the old network crashed into his skull at once. He fell to his knees, blood trickling from his nose, as the Glass Ocean sang its death hymn. blood trickling from his nose