The Butcher's Gambit
The station, *The Event Horizon's Edge*, was a rusted ring of titanium and desperation, orbiting a black hole that swallowed light and hope with equal appetite. Rain—a chemical slurry of recycled water and coolant—streaked the reinforced glass of the command deck. Commander Silas didn't believe in hope. He believed in mathematics. And the mathematics said that humanity was a dead species...
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