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Éilis Ní Mhurchú standing on the grass above a pale track beside a farm holding, her hands empty at her sides and her head turned down toward a line of straw along the foot of a smooth pale yard wall: a compact brown-skinned woman in her forties with black braids bound at the nape, in the Survey Corps' deep olive field shell with a small barred tab; beyond the wall a low house of pale grey panels with a dark roof, grey conduits and a drone cradle on its gable, slim sensor posts running up the hillside, and a slim pale mast on the ridge under a faintly violet sky.

Senior Éilis Ní Mhurchú (Human, Celtic Union-born, Survey Corps)

Time
2826 UCSD, Late Autumn — one still afternoon, and the morning after
Location
A Survey Corps boundary post and the holding below it, on a Celtic Union charter world the record does not name

She walked down at the hour the board had given, as near as a door can be timed, and the door opened inward, and the keeper of the holding had swept.

Duration: one day. It was what the register said at every site, and she had read it there as a figure somebody had rounded. She wrote it now as a figure she had watched.

The strain channel had given her fifty-one seconds. The door had given her a day.

The instrument had a tolerance. The door did not.

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