The Archive at Armistice Point
Deck 47 of the generation battleship Aeterna smelled like dust and ozone and the particular kind of loneliness that only exists in spaces where people are required to be but are not expected to care. Commander Elias Hartmann stood in the center of his archive and let the smell wash over him the way he let everything wash over him on the Aeterna: without resistance, without attachment, with the...
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