The Slow Decay
The silence of the *Aethelgard* was not a void; it was a weight. Elias sat in the observation lounge, watching the distant, flickering light of Proxima Centauri. To the rest of the crew, that light was a promise—the finish line of a century-long journey. To Elias, the chief systems engineer, it was a mocking eye. The *Aethelgard* was a masterpiece of minimalist design, a sleek needle of white...
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