The Ore of Eternity
The Ore of Eternity I. The ore glowed faintly in the beam of Jake Morrow's helmet lamp, a colour that his visor's spectral analyzer couldn't name. It wasn't green or blue or the orange-gold of the copper veins he'd been mining for eighteen years. It was more like the colour of deep water under moonlight, or the way a soap bubble looks when you hold it up to a dying fire. "Kelsey," Jake said...
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