Annex Two goes quiet as the ship edges toward a thin, hostile band. Inquisitor Varra demands results, Father Severian watches for heresy, and Magos Savine-9 keeps the tick clean. At the console, Cassia Belisarius lowers a simple veil and follows a method Elias Knox swears will keep men alive. No incense. No flourish. Just breath, counts, and a drift table. Twice the band reaches; twice it misses. Fuel saved, hull steady—honor argued. In a place that feeds on panic, they choose plain tools. The storm does not get a vote.

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