The ice was not like frozen water. It was a green glass that grew over the blue trees in seconds. It made a sound like a thousand mirrors breaking at once. June tried to pull her hand but the frost was too fast. It locked her fingers to the glowing moss on the ground. She looked up at the man. He looked like her father. He wore a military suit. A family symbol—a shield and a surgical knife—shone on his chest. "Father?" June’s voice was a whisper. The man laughed. It was a sharp sound. "Not exactly, June. Think of me as a better version of him. I am a memory with teeth." He stepped off the ramp of the needle-ship. A girl stepped out behind him. She looked twenty years old. She had June’s hair but it was dyed a very dark red. Her eyes were not brown or green like Junes. They were a glowing violet color. The girl looked at June with a mix of pity and hunger. "So this is the 'Golden Child' everyone talked about? She looks like a cat, Arthur." "She is tired, Vesper " the man said. He
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