The Mirror Fleet
March 15, 2049 The rain hasn't stopped for three days. It drums against the window of my apartment like it's trying to get in, like the city itself is desperate to reach whatever's inside my head. I pour another whiskey and stare at the bottle. Three fingers. Not enough to make the memories go away, but enough to make them bearable. Three years have passed since the Mirror left Earth orbit....
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