The Rust Yard
ACT I: THE SIGNAL Silas found it on a Tuesday, three weeks after the dust storms had stopped and the orbital graveyard below him had settled into its usual groaning silence. He was scavenging the hull of a decommissioned transport ship, picking through the melted wiring and cracked bulkheads for anything that might fetch a price at the settlement, when a sound stopped him cold. It was not the...
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