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Chapter 8: The Writing on the Wall It was late, Restaal midnight, when Jade got out of the dining hall. She felt as though she’d been ridden hard and put away wet. The slightly longer Restaal day—29.3 Earth hours—while still shorter than the Cablans day she was used to, meant there was still time to get a good night’s sleep. She headed for the infirmary, ready to secure the place, and herself. She’d spent three and a half hours on the hot seat. Fighting tooth and nail for survival was one thing, but this had been exhausting. She got bogged down trying explain the Reformation period, so she decided to switch to Buddhism. The life of Siddhartha was simple enough. At least that was what she’d always thought before. Somehow, the tale of the Bohdi tree and the mirror was the one thing that se

