The Fragmented Hearth (V-14)
The dinner table is a piece of repurposed scrap metal, bolted to the floor of Pod 402. We eat synthetic protein mash from plastic bowls, and we do it in absolute silence. This is the "Hearth Ceremony," a tradition my father insisted on maintaining, a fragment of a world where families sat together to talk about their day. My father is a "Loyalist." He believes in the Great Journey with a fervor...
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