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_Earth was dead, but Liberty still held her torch / aloft. Yet only Deez, the alien, could know whether / it was raised in welcome or in mockery._
Devia's voice, like a sweetly tinkling bell in his ear, sounded in Ky-Tann's headpiece, and he chuckled at the urgency of her tone. Wedded less than two years, he still delighted in every nuance of her nature, and this was one of them. She could sound equally urgent about an impending hurricane or an imminent dinner party.