The-House-of-Silent-Engines
The Ambassador of Proxima The habitable world hung before us like a promise made in good faith — blue and white and green, its atmosphere glowing with the kind of vitality that had become increasingly rare in the twenty-third century. From our vantage point in high orbit, I could see the planet's equatorial band lined with what looked like cloud formations, but which my sensors confirmed were...
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