The Rot in the Silver
The Sol-Reflector was designed to be the pinnacle of human achievement, a silver needle stitching together the fabric of the galaxy. But by the time I joined the crew, the needle was rusting. My name is Silas. I am a Memory Cleaner. In a world where memories are the only currency that matters, my job is to scrub the 'residue' from the crew's minds—the grief, the boredom, the flashes of doubt—to...
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