The Eternal Microcosm
Act I: The Return Captain James Whitfield adjusted the brass throttle of the SS American Dream and watched the solar system unfold before him like a dying flower. Twenty-three years of interstellar travel had reduced his crew to a memory. Four had died from a nova's radiation. Two from disease. One had shot himself when Earth fell silent. James was the last. The ship's Art Deco console gleamed...
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