Terrettt had begun to remember his dreams—or at least one, in particular. He could think of no better place to start than here. But all we are given is this. Not yet, anyway.
A moment later, aholographic image of the Gyrgon appeared. Somehow it cleared a path behind her free ofthe debilitating sulphurous cloud. Firstcomes the shell, which is hard and seamless and protects the whole. She wore tightleather breeches that came to just below the knee, a loose-sleeved wraparound shirt of undyed muslinand yellow, thin-soled shoes with curled-up silver tips.
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