of a well, with smooth stone sides and far, far above them a glass roof, with clouds apparently drifting across its surface. But it wasn't a well. It was a vault, forever preserving the thing that had been the old race's masterpiece.
It rested in the center of the room, its nose pointing up at the sky. It was like the pictures, and unlike them. It was big, far bigger than Eric had ever visualized it. It was tall and smooth and as new looking as if its builders had just stepped outside for a minute and would be back in another minute to blast off for the stars.
"A starship," Walden said. "One of the last types."
"There aren't many left," Prior said. "We're lucky to have this one in our museum."
Eric wasn't listening. He was looking at the ship. The old race's ship. His ship.
"The old race built strange things," Prior said. "This is one of the strangest." He shook his head. "Imagine the time they put in on it… And for what?"
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