The Orphan of the Void
The silver mirror of the Sol-Reflector did not reflect the stars; it reflected the absolute, suffocating silence of the void. I remember when I first touched its surface as a lowly technician, a boy from the salt-sprayed shores of Nova Scotia. Back then, the mirror was a promise—a glittering, metallic god that would lift us out of the mud and the brine. I climbed. I scrubbed. I learned the...
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