The Wistful Mirror
Chapter One "Rosario, the filament is gone again." The voice came from the corner of the reading room, where the medical printer sat on a crate of recycled pulp, its nozzle clogged with dried polymer. Rosario Bermudez did not look up from his ledger. He was thirty-two, a captain in the colony’s enforcement corps, and he had a berth mortgage that ate into his wages like a slow leak in the hull....
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