The Glass Harvest
The Glass Harvest The piece was wrong. Lena Park knew it the moment her solvent brush touched its surface. All the other debris panels in the Helios-Prime graveyard responded the same way to chemical cleaning—their nano-coatings flaked off in predictable strips, revealing dull grey alloy underneath. This piece did something else entirely. It reflected. Not the dim emergency lighting of Outpost...
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