The Rusting Station
The air inside Station 42 tasted of old copper and wet wool. Silas didn't remember the smell of a real forest, but he knew the smell of oxidation. He lived in the "Gut," the lowest level of a derelict deep-space relay station that had been drifting in the void for three centuries. The walls were a tapestry of peeling grey paint and weeping rust, and the only light came from the flickering amber...
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