The Keeper of the Silver Void
I. Eleanor Voss stood at the edge of the silver plain and felt the universe breathe beneath her boots. The mirror stretched in every direction, a vast expanse of polished metal so smooth that the stars reflected upon it with an intimacy that made her uncomfortable. She was twenty-two years old, and she had been in orbit for three months. Three months of silence. Three months of the mirror, the...
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