The Pale Path
Chapter One Who was to say that a chair held a person, rather than the person holding the chair? Alice Hajek stood in the center of the habitat module’s grand hall, her fingers tightening until the knuckles whitened, staring at the empty seat reserved for her husband, who had been missing for three days. The air in the dome was recycled and dry, tasting of ozone and the faint, metallic tang of...
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