We’d known this might happen.
Olfacto’s nose twitched again. “What is your status?” he asked the other ship.
“Our passage has become obstructed. There appears to be some sort of…deviation.”
My father was better than anyone at hiding his fear, but I could smell it. “Press on,” he told Mucosa, “but do so carefully. Stay close to the outer wall. Don’t stop until we reach The Cavity.”
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