The Witness of Rust and Dust
They told me I was hearing voices. That was easier than telling people I had standards. The wanderer camp on Terra Nova's eastern plain had been my home for eleven months. I fixed their water processor when it broke. I found edible roots when the dust storms killed the lichen. I listened to their stories around the fire and said very little, because the stories were always the same — someone's...
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