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_Parker was a trouble maker wherever they landed. But here was the planet ideal, a chance he had awaited a long, long time -- easy, like taking candy from a baby._
Like a lone sentinel, the house stood apart at the edge of the village, a white cube with no windows. The door stood open, a dark hole against the white brick. The house was silent. The village beyond was silent.