The transit-gate deposited them without ceremony into the absence of light.
Not darkness — Desta had learned the difference between darkness and the absence of light eighteen months into Colony Harrow's breach, kneeling in a maintenance corridor with her back against a door that was holding and her notebook pressed open against her thigh, cataloguing. Darkness was a condition of environment. The absence of light was a condition of intent.
This was the second kind.
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