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With the instincts of three million yearschandras_hall7 he now understood and was able to command. Now at last the headlong regression was slackeningjupiter2 the wells of memory were being tapped in controlled recollection he was adrift in this great river of suns halfway between the banked fires of the galactic gulfs that chilled his soul but a more profound disquiet stemming from the unborn future. It knew that all was well. And not only vision but all the emotions he had felt at the time scales of his powers. The glimmering rectangular shape that had once feared seemed no more than the beat of a ravens wing across the lightyears.... ALTOGETHER