The Signal of the Dying Star
The ship was called the *Aethelgard*, and it was a dying beast. For three generations, it had drifted through the void, its reactors humming a low, mournous dirge. The colony had long since forgotten where they were going; they only knew that the darkness outside was absolute and the air inside was growing thin. Captain Elena had turned the bridge into a classroom. Every evening, she gathered...
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