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Strange Times in Rook's Harbor, pg.7 Snowden swung the door wide and the woman stepped in. She was possibly the most peculiar person Maggie had seen thus far since her arrival in town, yet the woman wasn’t unsettling like the residents. There was certainly something mysterious about her, something Maggie couldn’t quite put her finger on.
Her glasses more resembled welding goggles attached to a wire spectacle frame; her hair was cut in a very boyish style, combed predominantly to one side, and pressed into undulating finger waves. She had a very straight nose and a pressed, serious mouth. Her eyebrows remained flat above the glasses. She wore a p
A Story OwedVisoca got herself another drink and sat down with some of her crew again. This was the group which waxed political and philosophical when they were drunk, and they were well into a discussion about the planet.
"I just can't believe how narrow-minded some planets are."
"It's not just here either."
"You would think with free communication and wide travel places would be better."
"That's the reason places aren't."
"What do you mean?" Visoca asked, starting to regret her decision, she was getting a little too drunk for this conversation.
The woman speaking smiled, "Well captain, travel between planets is easy, as is communication. So there