Rook's-War
Rook's War The dust on Mars has a colour that has no name in any human language. It is redder than red and darker than brown, a colour that exists at the intersection of blood and rust. You learn to stop trying to describe it after the first month. You just call it dust. I have been on this rock for nineteen years. Nineteen years of recycled air, recycled water, recycled everything. New Hope...
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