The Halcyon Vault
Kel stood at the edge of the Westminster Shelf and watched the morning drones skim the waterline, their solar wings catching the pale green light that filtered down through fifty meters of irradiated seawater, and calculated that this was the four thousand seven hundred and thirty-first morning of the watch. The number had no particular significance. Kel simply counted things now. Heartbeats....
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