The Last Captain's Log
The alarm sounded like something dying. Captain Elias Thorne woke to it—a high, sustained note that vibrated through the stasis pod's frame and into his bones. He opened his eyes to ceiling panels flooding white. Cold gas hissed from the pod's rim and curled around his ankles as the hatch lifted with a mechanical groan that had not been heard in centuries. He was forty-two years old. He had...
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