The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

Act I Precision is a form of surrender. I am Gunnar Hagen, and I have spent twenty years in the low-orbit hotel’s maintenance bay, where the air smells of ozone and rusted iron. The Grand Meridian, our central timepiece, is not merely a clock; it is the spine of the colony, a machine of brass and bone that ticks in the dark. I need to repair it. The debt collectors are at the door, and Elias,...

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