The Reluctant Exile

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## Act I: The Ticket to Nowhere The transport ship smelled of ozone and old sweat. Silas sat in the corner of the hold, his wrists still raw from the plastic ties. He wasn't a pioneer; he was a "Social Correction." In the New Order, dissent was treated as a biological contagion, and the deep-space mirror project was the perfect quarantine zone. They told him he was being given a chance to serve...

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