Severinas inhabits the skin of a bright young lieutenant as though he belonged there, every sensation fresh and real against his senses. Glancing down at the carbine in his hands, he raises it to his shoulder and fires alongside his squadmates. Without meaning to, he finds himself shouting into the microbead receiver. His voice emerges higher and less forceful than he can ever remember his own being.
"Bring it down!"
"Bring it down!"




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